The Dopeman's Fine Ass Son, page 1
The dopeman’s fine ass son
author nastee
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Published by Author Nastee
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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This read is predictable than a muhfucka. I DID NOT WRITE THIS FOR SHOCK VALUE, LOL. This book was written from my heart and my brain, to entertain, not to make you be like… “oh shit, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.” My books are full of things that might trigger you, and I don’t know what that means because what triggers you might not trigger me and vice versa, however, if you’re adverse to identity issues, domestic violence, loss, drugs, guns, violence, suicide attempts, starting over, lies, betrayal, etc… then just know, this book got all that!
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C
ocaine laid on the bed at the dusty Motel 8. He couldn't afford to be seen by anyone who may know him, or worse, want him dead.
"Yeah baby, suck that shit up," he said to his thick thighed and almost overdosed lover. She was gone off that coke and Cocaine.
Trisha pushed her hair out of her face as Cocaine poured another line across the crease of his pelvic area and sprinkled some of that white girl on the tip of his dick. Trisha giggled and took herself to ecstasy as she moved from left to right, snorting it up, and then stuck her tongue out and licked what was on his dick. By this time, Cocaine was already in his dream world, reliving the same memory he did every day; the day his father was murdered...
"What I tell you, boy? Keep ya' head up and walk with confidence. You a muthafuckin' king, but ain't nobody gon' just treat you like one. How do you reign?"
"Strong, long, and hard. Prosperously, abundantly, adamantly. Break bread with those who can't break bread for themselves, but never break my back to serve the loaf to the one who's back was never broken."
"Exactly, that's my boy. Come on, Coco."
"Where are we going, Dad?" ten-year-old Cocaine asked his father as they stepped out of an all-white Bentley with the taupe leather seats and white interface.
"To show you your destiny. You need to see this."
Though his father had always affectionately called him Coco, he was named Cocaine after the drug because other than money; it was the only other thing his father loved in this world. His mother died in childbirth with him, and all he had was his father. Cocaine was the prince of the streets of Houston. His family handled the drug game, money laundering, and their murder game was on lock. Many feared Juaqeen, Cocaine's father, but many adored him. He was a sight to behold. His rich, dark chocolate overflowed like a fondue fountain. His white teeth shone brighter than the sun even on its hottest day. His body was tight, and he was lean, even to be in his forties. Cocaine took after his father in every aspect. He loved his pops, and he would do anything for him, and vice versa.
Cocaine stepped into the warehouse with his father. It was a large, abandoned building on the outskirts of town that held a secret his father hadn't shown anyone, but he knew he could trust Cocaine. His son was not only his heir but his best friend oftentimes. Cocaine looked around, and though the building was empty, he knew something amazing was hidden behind the large gated double doors he saw up ahead of him. He ran to them, excited to see what was behind them. His father laughed and ran up behind him, jingling the keys to the lock on the gate and then to the door behind them.
"You ready, Coco?"
"Hell yeah, dad. I mean, yeah, dad."
"Watch ya’ mouth boy," he said as he gave him a menacing look. Coco began to shrink down into his clothes afraid of how his father's temper may react that day because he could go a little crazy sometimes. But instead, Juaqeen gave him a sweet smile and rubbed his hand across Coco's wavy head.
When Juaqeen opened the door, the sound of a gun popping alerted Juaqeen. He instinctively stood in front of Coco, protecting his son from the present danger. He then drew his gun as he stood in front of his son, waiting for someone to pop out, but Coco remembered what his father had taught him...Hiding in plain sight is easier than hiding, so Coco snuck off to the right side where there were boxes that would shield his person while allowing his father to scope the spot out. Coco looked at his dad, feeling the finality of the situation, something inside of him just knew this was going to go sideways. He mouthed the words, "I LOVE YOU," to Juaqeen, and Juaqeen was almost able to say it back, but not before gunshots rang out.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The gunshots were loud, and Coco hated to admit it, but he was afraid. His father fell to the ground near him. Coco wanted to run out, to help his father, but Juaqeen turned his head in his direction, and his eyes said NO! Coco kept trying to move toward him, but every step he took, his father's eyes became more intense. Even though Juaqeen was hurt, Coco had never been more afraid of his father at that moment. It could have been the reverence he felt for him or the fact that he felt his father was invincible, but he would find out this day, that his father was not. Suddenly, Coco heard footsteps approaching him. The shoes tapped loudly against the floor, almost rhythmically.
"Mmm...Juaqeen, I finally caught you slippin', and here I thought you were immortal."
"I am! I'll forever live on, bitch boy," Juaqeen laughed as he spit blood from his mouth. He'd been shot three times. Once in the chest, once in the leg, and another in the arm.
"Unless you got nine lives, nigga, yo' ass is dead!"
Juaqeen smiled to himself before he met his fate. In his eyes, he would live forever through Coco. He was an immortal in the way of leaving behind a legacy, and not even the man who stood atop of Juaqeen could take that away from him. Cocaine sat there on the ground, crying hoping the man did not find him. He could see the man, but the man could not see him. His gun went off one last time, sending Juaqeen to where all ghetto king's go, Thugs Mansion, leaving Cocaine to be raised by servants and the streets.
The last thing Cocaine saw every time he closed his eyes was the man who killed his father...He was large, at least 6'5, all gold teeth, and he had a gorilla tattooed on his face, which meant he was part of the gorilla gang, one of the main territories his father ran.
He knew one day...he would get his revenge, and it was that exact reason he was in Nashville, Tennessee. Trisha’s giggling brought Cocaine out of his thoughts.
“What you laughin’ at?” Trisha turned around and stuck her fingernail in her mouth seductively.
“I’m laughin’ at you.”
“Why?” Cocaine asked as he rose from the bed.
“Because you been zonin’ out this whole time we been here, you must be high.”
What Trisha didn’t know was Cocaine wasn’t just fucking her because she was fine. He had a plan to his madness. Cocaine didn’t even get high, at least not off coke. He was high on revenge, and the lust of that was more than enough.
Trisha giggled again, and Cocaine rose from the bed.
“I’ma give you somethin’ to laugh about, girl,” he growled as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on the bed closer to him. He whipped his glorious, rock hard dick out that glistened from Trisha’s saliva, and she shimmied her ass into his pelvis, hoping he was going to fuck the shit out of her. Quickly, he rammed his wet dick into her tight, gushy pussy, grabbing her hair.
“Yeah, you want this dick, don’t you?”
“Yes, Cocaine! Fuck!” she yelled. In her mind, she thought about how she’d met him earlier that night and how they couldn’t keep their eyes off one another. She had to have him, and now that she was, she wasn’t sure if she could handle it.
“Tell me you want this dick, Trisha,” Cocaine roared as he threw his dick into her.
“I want your dick, Cocaine! Oh my God!”
“Mhmm….you want somethin’ from me, and I want somethin’ from you…”
“What do you want from me, daddy?” Trisha asked as he kept pushing his big dick inside her guts.
“I need info,” he groaned as he kept fucking her.
Trisha looked over her shoulder and slid up from his dick a little.
“What kind of info?”
“I thought you wanted this dick!”
“I do!”
“Then get yo’ ass back here!” Cocaine pulled Trisha back on his shiny dick and fucked her harder than he’d ever fucked anyone.
“Aghh! Cocaine! Yes, fuck this little pussy. Blow my back out!”
“Yeah, you like that, then tell me where yo’ boss at!”
Trisha turned around to look at him, and he turned her head back around and choked her from behind. Trisha exclaimed with pleasure.
“COCAINE!” He kept beating her and asking her the same question with each stroke.
“Where’s. Your. Boss?”
“Shit! Shit, I’m ‘bout to cum! He’s…he’s…at his restaurant in Green Hills at Johnathan’s Grill!”
Cocaine couldn’t help himself anymore. Hearing the location of the man who killed his father made his balls tingle, and his kids spilled inside of her effortlessly. Cocaine had specifically chosen her for the night so he could get information from her. After getting a tip in Texas that the man who had killed his father was in Nashville, he didn’t give it a second thought. He came straight away. He was hoping to stop at a bar, get a drink, and lounge for the night, and then tomorrow he could do some reconnaissance, but when he saw the gorilla tattooed just behind her ear, the same exact design as the man from sixteen years ago, he knew it was fate. He was destined to run up on that nigga.
As he came, and it was a long one, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of money and threw it up in the air. When it came down, it landed right on her back, which made her leak more of her love juices onto his fat manhood. Cocaine smacked her on the ass and pulled out of her and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, Trisha was gone, but his phone was unlocked and lit up. He picked up his phone and read the message she’d texted inside.
“I didn’t need hush money, the dick was just fine. Text me sometime.” She closed the message with a winky face. Cocaine knew she was the cool type of chick, and maybe, just maybe if he needed her again, she would come through and help him out. He couldn’t lie, her pussy was lowkey good, but you know what Tupac said, ‘Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy,’ but it was so much sweeter and so much better. Cocaine’s dick got hard again, it always did whenever he thought about what he would do when he got his hands on that gorilla nigga. The gang had changed so much, the gang that his father singlehandedly started had turned its back on the royal family, and if it was the last thing Cocaine did, he would avenge his father, take back over the streets, and make his father’s dream of immortality come true.
“D
ear Lexxy, I laid your dress across the bed. Meet me at the restaurant at 7. I love you, baby. Tonight is going to be special."
Lexxy put the note against her chest and moved from side to side in excitement. She knew she was supposed to be having dinner tonight with Lucky, but now that he was saying it was going to be something special, she was extra hype. She looked at the dress on the bed, and it was perfect for her, and definitely poppin' for a special occasion. It was a liquid silver, with the droopy back and it tied around the neck. She had the perfect shoes to go with it, and it was going to set off her cascading chocolate skin. Lexxy slid out of her pajamas that she'd been wearing for most of the day after she took a shower. She put the dress on and ran her stiletto nails against the fabric, letting it melt against her skin.
Her hair was in a messy bun, and she figured she'd keep it like that for her date tonight with her man. She and Lucky had been together for five years, and if it was as special as she thought it was, she was going to be getting engaged tonight, so she made sure to go light on the jewelry as to not overdo it when she got her ring. Lexxy wasn't a big makeup wearer, so she put on her foundation and made her highlight glisten like her pussy would.
After she was dressed, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror in the hallway. Her long, thick legs and wide hips had her feeling herself a little too much, but she deserved it. Lexxy was a medical student, and graduation was close. So every time she looked at herself, she always pictured herself in a white lab coat, about to doctor some shit up. She didn't see a beautiful twenty-six-year-old. She saw hard work and accomplishments. Lexxy grabbed her keys and headed for the door, but as she opened it, there was a man standing in front of her door.
"Hello ma'am, my name is Tony, I'll be your driver for this evening," Tony said as he tipped his hat and held out his hand for Lexxy to take it. She smiled as she walked down the stairs of her house.
Yeah, I'm gettin' that ring tonight, she thought as she slid into the all black Escalade with tinted windows.
When Lexxy got to the restaurant, Tony came around and opened her door. She'd never been here before, but she couldn't wait to eat. The sign at the top of the building said Puckett's, and it was downtown, so she knew the inside would be fancy.
Tony ran up to the door and pulled the door open so she could walk in. The inside was decorated with bright, white lights, and the staff was smiling at her and whispering, only confirming her suspicions of a proposal tonight.
Lucky was her world, and she couldn't wait for them to be together forever. This had been coming for a long time. She was patient and stayed down, even against her mother's advice, so this had to work out. She couldn't be looking stupid in front of her family.
Lexxy announced her name to the hostess, and she led her to the very back into a secluded room with the chef. This was something Lexxy had always dreamed of because she'd seen it on so many movies. She couldn't believe Lucky remembered.
"Hello, beautiful," Lucky said as he ran his fingers up the spine of her back, admiring the dress he got for her. He kissed her on the cheek as she climbed onto the barstool.
"Hello, handsome. This is amazing!"
"I know," Lucky admitted, knowing he was showing off.
"So, what's the special occasion?" Lexxy asked as she looked around the room. The chef was setting up to cook in front of them, and he was pouring their wine into two flute glasses. This had to be it.
"You'll see, be patient beautiful."
Lucky licked his pink lips, and Lexxy took a second to admire his handsome physique. He was 6'2 with light-brown eyes, his skin was smooth, gold like honey dreads that he kept in braids, a tailored black suit with the Gators to match. .e was looking so good.
As the evening continued, they talked, laughed, ate, and drank almost two bottles of wine. Lucky realized Lexxy was getting lit, and he didn't want the surprise to be ruined. He gave the chef a look that signaled for their plan to commence. The chef nodded, and three men with violins came out. Lexxy spun around in her seat as the men approached her, and she smiled. This was going perfectly. The men were playing her favorite song, ‘A Thousand Years,’ by Christina Perry. She remembered once telling Lucky that she wanted to walk down the aisle to this song, and she couldn't believe he remembered since men often forgot important things.
