All Eyez on Gunz

by Warren Holloway

  “He knows why you’re here,” she added while I was processing my thoughts.

  “I owe Jasmine with the fat ass and pretty eyes?” I said, which made her laugh a little. “Yeah, that’s her.”

  “Let him know that I got that, and I’ll try to figure out how to get it to him. It would be nice if you had a phone to let me call him direct,” I said, checking her temp to see if she would really let me get away with that. “I doubt that, my man. I did you a favor with this.”

  “I appreciate you for real. I had to see if you would do more,” I said while she smiled it off.

  “I did see your name on the transfer list to Cumberland County. I take it you’re high risk. You and your cousins all are. They got them going somewhere else.”

  “This shit is crazy. What the fuck is they doing that for?” I said, venting. I knew she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyway. “Let Tito know about this transfer. Soon as I can, I’ll get someone to make a move to get him his money and investments,” I said, meaning the rest of the cocaine.

  “I got you. Stay focused and get healthy with your bullet wound and all. I’ll tell my cousin you remember her from her fat ass, too,” she said before walking away and leaving me to think about all of this shit that was going on with my life.

  CHAPTER 17

  BACK OVER AT THE Dragonfly nightclub, Turnpike Tito was enjoying himself and loving the women of this city. He was in the VIP section popping bottles with all of the women living the good life. His cell phone sounded off. He didn’t hear it, but he could see the light flashing on the table in front of him, so he leaned forward and recognized the 717-area code. It could only be one person, he figured, since Tommy was in jail; and the only other person to have his number now was Jasmine. He grabbed the phone and made his way toward the staircase, where the music wasn’t as loud, and you could hear the person on the other end of the phone. His security followed without being told. They knew the drill of protecting a boss of his status.

  “Jasmine, tell me something good,” he said while answering the phone.

  “I got some good news, pretty boy, but not over the phone.”

  “I’ll be at the Crown Plaza in a few minutes. When you get to the lobby, call me again and I’ll give you the suite number,” he responded, being cautious not being from this city, and also knowing that he needed his men to be on point for her coming alone.

  “I’m on my way, pretty boy,” she said before hanging up.

  Turnpike Tito went back to the VIP section where the beautiful women were.

  “Ladies, the party for me is over here, but you two can come and continue the party at my hotel suite,” he said, pointing out two sexy-ass Latinas looking like telenovela models.

  They exited the club and jumped into his whip with the top down, flexing on everyone looking on.

  “Ahi, papi, you killing them with this baby and white leather,” the blonde Latina said.

  “I know that shit is so soft it’s like massaging mi culo, papi,” the dark-haired Latina said while rubbing her ass up and down on the plush leather.

  He just smiled knowing this was the life.

  It didn’t take long to get to the hotel. Tito and the women were all in his suite while the goons were on the other side of the suite by the entrance giving the boss his space. Tito popped open a few bottles, giving them what they wanted and more. The blonde Latina was filling out her tight blue jeans, with a silk top flowing over her 36C sized breasts. Her nails were done, her lips were on point, and her eyes glowed green. The other Latina favored her friend. The only difference was she was wearing black jeans, and a silver top that enhanced her gray eyes.

  The alcohol led to kisses, and the kisses led to them making their way over to the couch and undressing each other with heavy touching and caressing, stimulating one another with each passing touch. Moans filled the air as these two Latinas started roaming their hands over one another. They started kissing each other in between kissing on his neck while pulling off his pants. He liked every bit of this. The dark-haired Latina took her soft hands and slid them down into his silk boxer shorts and pumped it to make him more erect with each stroke.

  “I like this, mami. Put it in your mouth,” he ordered.

  She did just that as the other Latina started to finger her girlfriend, who moaned out loud.

  “Ahi, ahi, I like this shit! Mmmmmmh!”

  Her humming sound vibrated over his dick and made him feel good while she was getting fingered.

  Just as things were heating up, his cell phone sounded off and got his attention. Most men would continue on with these two beautiful women in their presence, but not Turnpike Tito. He knew this was a business call.

  “Stop espera un minute,” he said, walking over to his phone. It was Jasmine. “Jasmine, talk to me.”

  “I’m here in the lobby.”

  “I’m staying in suite 708,” he said, looking over at the Latinas who were now pleasing each other with fingers and tongues, both moaning in satisfaction.

  He hung up the phone and made his way back over to join them. Jasmine made her way up to the suite. Before knocking on the door, she fixed herself to look good and presentable for this out-of-town boss. She also checked the message her cousin sent her so she would be able to say the right thing. She knocked on the door, ready to deliver the message and get the reward he had promised. Although, she was looking for the prize in him.

  Tito came to the door with his hotel robe on and welcomed her inside.

  “Somebody is ready for the night,” he said, noticing that she had changed into something sexier than before.

  She had on red jeans that fit her tight body, light brown suede Dolce & Gabbana six-inch pumps, and a handbag to match. Her white silk top was open just enough to show her cleavage.

  “I wanted to look the part, as a boss chick coming to see a boss man,” she replied, eyeing him up and down as she made her way into the room. She immediately could hear the voices of females, which shifted her intentions. Then she saw them as she made her way into the room. “Hmmmm, I thought you were strictly business, but I see you got sidetracked,” she said sarcastically.

  “I’m always business. Those two don’t account for anything. If they did, you would still be in the lobby waiting on me to answer the phone,” he responded, shifting his tone as well as her thoughts of him. “Now, what good news do you have for me?”

  “Tommy said he’s going to figure out a way to get you your money and product. But more importantly, they are transferring him to another jail tomorrow. He’ll be at Cumberland County prison across the river.”

  Turnpike Tito was feeling a step closer to securing his money but was concerned about this transfer. This was something he would have his men look into.

  “Thank you for your time and information. Would you care to stay and have a drink with me?” he asked, making his way over to the minibar.

  “I could do a drink; besides, I deserve it, right? Plus, you still have to give me my reward,” she added with a smirk.

  He grabbed a stack of money he had on the bar and slid it over to her along with a double shot of Patron Silver.

  “To the good life, knowing that the sky is the limit,” he said, raising his glass to toast with her. They both drank the shots fast, before he then leaned over to kiss Jasmine on the cheek. “Thank you again, beautiful. Make sure you keep me updated with Tommy if anything changes.”

  “I will,” she said, picking up her money and placing it into her bag as she glanced over at the Latinas still going at it. Tito noticed her roaming eyes.

  “Would you like to join the party?” he asked as he poured another shot for the two of them.

  “You sexy as hell, but I don’t do chicks. I like the dick too much. So, call me when you got some alone time,” she responded before slamming her shot and turning to exit the suite.

  This allowed him to look on at her sexy fat ass while she was working her magic through them jeans. She knew he was watchin
g, so she veered over her shoulder with a smile and said, “Tu gusta, pretty boy?”

  He shook his head yes. At the same time, he knew she was full of fun. There was something different about her and not routine as the chicks he had over there on the couch.

  “Buenos noches, bonita,” he said as she exited the room.

  He then made his way back over to the Latinas on the couch. Sex wasn’t his real focus. Tommy Guns and his money was, but the women would pass the night.

  CHAPTER 18

  AT 8:00 A.M. THE next day, Amir dialed his associate, Captain Mohammad, to check up on Tommy Guns. He wanted to know what he knew, if anything at all. He also wanted to erase him and his cousins, just to be on the safe side of things.

  “As-salamu alaykum, my brother,” Captain Mohamad said, already knowing who was on the other end of the phone.

  “Walaikum assalam. Have you taken care of the problem?” Amir asked, getting straight to the point.

  “I confronted them all, but nothing.”

  “Don’t be foolish. They crossed our paths twice. Just take care of it. Rakman will be calling you soon.”

  Captain Mohamad was now feeling compromised knowing that he needed to take care of this business, or he and his family would pay.

  “Has anyone come to see him, or has he made any calls that would be alarming?” Amir questioned, wanting to know more.

  “No one has come to visit him. As for the calls, we monitor them, and there has been nothing strange.” There was a pause before he added, “I did see his name on a morning transfer, so he will be leaving this prison. The FBI is separating him and his cousins.”

  Hearing this information made Amir want to expedite things even more.

  “Take care of it as I said before.”

  “It will be done,” he responded.

  Amir hung up the phone, leaving Mohamad to deal with the problem that he thought Tommy Guns and his cousins were becoming.

  At 8:22 a.m. King Jose was at the Hilton Hotel waiting on a call about Tommy Guns. He too passed out some money to get info on him.

  Jay Jay from Uptown called King Jose.

  “Hola, que tal, mi amigo?” Jose answered the phone upon seeing that it was a local number. “Ya boy is getting transferred around 11:00 this morning; maybe sooner. Just be on point.”

  “Gracias, amigo. Good doing business with you.” Jose hung up the phone and turned to his goons in the room. “Mira esta ahora. That punta is leaving the jail, so we got to go see what’s going on.”

  He knew his team needed to be all the way on point, especially with Federal transfers, since they were real slick with them.

  Back over at the Crown Plaza, Turnpike Tito, along with his men, was already on point knowing the Feds would be keeping a tight lid on the security with this transit. So, he figured the best spot would be in the parking lot across from the prison, which was also the Harrisburg East Mall.

  At 9:00 a.m. Rakman was on the phone calling his cousin, Amir.

  “As-salamu alaykum.”

  “Walaikum assalam,” Amir responded. “I am in position awaiting the transfer,” he said while sitting close to the mall to keep an eye on when they exited the prison’s grounds.

  “Are they moving all three at once?”

  “Mohamad took care of one, I know for sure, serving him a bad breakfast,” Amir said, referring to Big Ivan’s cyanide-laced scrambled eggs. The kitchen and its inmates would take the blame for this.

  “And the other two?”

  “I’ll call him when we hang up.”

  “I’m hanging up now. Don’t fail me or this cause.”

  Rakman didn’t care about who was in the way or involved. Everyone who he felt was a threat to succeed in getting America’s attention would die.

  Amir was looking over at the prison and checking the movement to see what was going on, before calling Mohamad.

  “Hello!” Mohamad said, answering his phone as if he was dreading the call.

  “My brother, have you made any other progress?”

  “Yes, yes! The little one took his own life hanging up this morning.”

  “Allah u Akbar. We will finish the rest from here. I’ll see you in paradise, brother,” Amir said, hanging up the phone while now patiently waiting to take care of the loose ends.

  At 9:15 a.m. King Jose and his team were casing out the prison, knowing that the Feds were going to be securing the transfer since this was a high-profile case. His men were also aware that this wasn’t going to be easy, so being smart in this situation was going to be vital. The good thing they had on their side was the element of surprise. No one would expect them to come fast and fully loaded to jack a transit to get Tommy Guns.

  ~ ~ ~

  Back inside of the prison, I was sitting in my cell wiping away the tears that I had shed for my cousins, knowing it was no accident or by-chance death. This was more like a hit from some organized muthafuckas.

  I have to be on point now because they are coming for me next. They got both of my cousins. Maybe it was the Feds for what we did to them, or them Arab niggas thinking we saw something they were doing. Either way, I can’t go out like that. I knew if I figured out who did this, they would pay in blood.

  ~ ~ ~

  Turnpike Tito got info at 9:50 that morning on a secure route the Feds planned on using to move Tommy Guns. He also found out that both of Tommy’s cousins were dead. That itself raised suspicions, making him think about what and who was behind it. Jasmine then texted Tito the route that was given to her by her cousin. It was a detailed text outlining the primary and secondary routes. Tito was very appreciative of this, so he sent her a text back that read: Maybe soon we’ll do a weekend in Miami and get lost in my mansion.

  She loved the thought as she sent a text back: Mmmmmmmm (followed by smiley faces).

  ~ ~ ~

  By 10:00 a.m., four black unmarked Suburbans approached the Dauphin County Prison boasting four agents in each vehicle concealed behind the dark tinted windows. They all pulled up in single file and back-to-back, before coming to a halt once the gates closed behind them. The agents in the second truck all jumped out and headed into the prison while the other agents stood by manning their radios and doing a weapons check.

  Tommy Guns’ case was now national news. It was also widespread news that his cousins suddenly died in one way or another. Without question, the Feds would be looking into that, but for now, they were present to secure Tommy Guns.

  The agents didn’t take long once inside the prison. They flashed their credentials. There was no small talk. It was now game time. The guards already had Tommy in the holding cell waiting for this moment.

  ~ ~ ~

  “Tom Anderson, you’re a popular person today,” the agent said, seeing me come through the door. “We’re going to secure you with this vest as standard protocol. Then I’m going to need you to face this way to be cuffed, and then we’ll be on our way.”

  “Why am I being transferred?” I asked.

  “We’re doing a job. We don’t ask questions. Besides, your cousins didn’t seem to settle in with the conditions of this prison,” the agent said.

  I gave him a dark stare. What he said made me think, but at the same time, I was pissed.

  “Heading out, one in tow,” the agent said, radioing to the vehicles in the sally port.

  ~ ~ ~

  They made their way out to the trucks and loaded up Tommy. Each of the vehicles then lined up behind one another. This tactic was also to deceive anyone looking on, so they would not be able to pinpoint the Suburban in which the high-profile inmate was placed. It didn’t matter that King Jose and his team were rolling out discreetly behind the convoy. Amir was also following close by because he too needed to fulfill his orders from Rakman. It was a must that this would be taken care of.

  The convoy drove through the city down Paxton Street, heading toward the 17th Street exit that would merge to the I-83 highway. All of the agents were on full alert, with weapons loaded,
eyes open, and radio frequencies open for communication. Each agent in the front seat checked the rear-view mirrors as well as the side mirrors.

  All of the agents carried Glock 9mms and a few extra clips as well as AR-15s for high-risk situations such as this. As the convoy was merging onto the highway, Tommy Guns started seeing a gang of custom motorcycles followed by a custom sky-blue Bentley coupe. As the trucks passed by, Tommy looked into the Bentley and saw Turnpike Tito. The strange thing was that Tito was looking back as if he could see through the dark tinted windows, or as if he knew what vehicle he was in.

  Once the trucks all passed by, Tommy was still looking behind him and could see what was about to happen, because he knew Tito didn’t position himself for nothing.

  “Hey, did you lose something back there or what?” the agent asked Tommy, upon seeing that he was focused on what was behind them.

  The agents also saw the bikes and car, since it was their job to pay attention to things like that.

  Tommy gave the agent a look before he was ready to respond. Suddenly, a burst of gunfire slammed into the lead truck.

  “Incoming fire! Code 3!” the agent yelled over the radio as slugs sounded off and hit the truck.

  The driver swerved while trying to evade the oncoming slugs as other agents positioned themselves to return fire.

  Tommy also shifted his focus in the direction of the bullets and saw they were coming from the H2 Hummers racing across the six-lane bridge. The lead Federal vehicle fired off precise rounds into the first H2 Hummer causing them to swerve and crash. The Federal convoy continued on racing down the highway as bullets came nonstop.

  “Are these your fucking friends, Anderson?” the agent yelled out at Tommy Guns.

  “I don’t have any friends, only family,” he responded as his attention went toward the gold CLS600 pulling up to the side truck he was in.

  It was King Jose with a 9mm Uzi in his hand.

  “Oh shit!” Tommy yelled out, ducking down just as a slew of automatic gunfire tore through the truck and its windows.

  “Ram to your right!” the agent yelled out.