All Eyes on Gunz 3

by Warren Holloway

  His phone started to ring, which brought a halt to their moment. He glanced over and saw that it was his little niggas from the ATL.

  “Damn, Kiss, I got so caught up with you fucking my brains out that I almost forgot I told my niggas to come down here. That’s them calling now.”

  “Answer the phone then, nigga. We had our fun for the night, unless you want some more of this,” she said, turning her ass to the side and popping it as he answered the phone.

  He couldn’t deny how sexy she was or how she turned him on each time.

  “What’s good, my nigga?”

  “Yo, we here OG!” Geez said.

  He gave them directions to the spot and then sat up on the edge of the bed ready to get fresh and dressed.

  “Yo, Tommy, who the fuck did you give my address to?” she asked while still looking sexy but serious as a muthafucka.

  “I just told you, that’s my little niggas from ATL. They good, plus I’ma take ‘em to strip clubs down here and show ‘em how y’all get it done.”

  “If you stepping out with your boys, then I’m going into work,” she said.

  Her work meant the strip club.

  “We can jump in the shower together before they get here,” he offered.

  She got out of bed in the nude and looked flawless. She then walked past him and gave him a salacious licking of her lips with lust in her eyes. She wanted more of him, and without question, he wanted more of her. So he followed her into the shower for another round of quick, explosive sex before washing each other up to get ready for the night ahead.

  Once Tommy Guns cleaned up, he made his way downstairs with diamonds everywhere on his wrist in the platinum bracelet, the Breitling watch, and the solo chain with one carat all the way around it.

  As soon as he came down the steps, he could hear the roaring of the Hayabusa 1300cc engines from his little homies from ATL. He made his way over to the door, opened it, and noticed them parking side by side.

  “Damn! Y’all must have been doing 150 coming down here,” Tommy Guns said.

  “Yeah, we got up there racing each other and shit. I think we hit 140 or more,” Little D said.

  “I gotta get more of them. That would be a nice little toy for a nigga to be in and out of every hood nice and fast,” Tommy Guns said. “Yo, come on in, little niggas, so we can handle this BI.”

  They followed him into the crib. Immediately, Little D and Geez zoomed in on sexy-ass Kiss dressing on point in her Prada top, YSL jeans that fit her every curve, and six-inch red Prada shoes, all flowing with her red lipstick.

  “Damn, my nigga, who’s the model?” Geez said, trying to be funny.

  “This is Kiss, my Miami ride-or-die chick.”

  “So that’s what they looking like down here, huh?” Little D questioned.

  “What’s up, young bucks. Make sure ya boy here brings y’all by to the club to watch me get to a money bag,” Kiss said, swaying her hips visually while luring in the young bucks.

  “You could have this bag if my old head wouldn’t kill me,” Geez joked, which made everybody laugh. Then he handed the bag to Tommy Guns with the money in it. Little D handed him the bag with the ten bricks in it. “Here’s three from what you gave me, plus this bag he just gave you is the ten piece you asked about,” Geez said.

  The money bag contained $380,000.

  Tommy opened the bag. He was impressed by his little homies getting to the bread like that.

  “Alright, little niggas, we going balls out tonight! We’ll hit a few spots and I’ll show y’all this Miami life, feel me?” he said while taking two $10,000 stacks out of the bag to put into his pocket. “Wait outside, my niggas. I’ll be out in a second,” he said.

  They stepped out, still having images of Kiss’s thick up in them jeans and looking exotic, too.

  “Kiss, come here, sexy girl,” he said, taking out a five-stack band and giving it to her.

  He then kissed her soft lips, which lured him in with her Gucci Guilty perfume for women.

  “This is for you and your bills, and for keeping that ass sexy as you do. So get a whole bunch of tight jeans to fit that ass,” he said while tapping her backside. She laughed, loving and appreciating his touch. “Take these bags and put them away.”

  “I’ll secure the bags while you go out and play with the homies. Don’t forget to stop by either. If you don’t, you won’t be getting any of this,” she said, popping her ass and then dropping it in those high heels.

  There was something about her that made him gravitate toward her each time. Maybe it was the good sex and explosive chemistry accompanied with her exotic look and luring eyes.

  Tommy Guns exited the crib. He was all ready to go balling with his homies.

  “OG, you know you wrong for still pushing this whip, right?” Little D said after seeing that he still had the stolen 760Li BMW he took from the Spanish crew in York, Pennsylvania.

  “I got this, little nigga. It’ll be gone soon,” he said, knowing he should have gotten rid of it already. “In the meantime, y’all can follow me on them bikes. I’ll drive this hot-ass car, little niggas,” Tommy Guns said while tripping off his homies.

  They followed him club hopping for a minute and living it up to the fullest, one club after another. He even took them to see Kiss do her thing. She went extra hard, making them toss their money in the air at her. Then they made their way to Skyblue nightclub, which was owned by the late Turnpike Tito.

  As Tommy was pulling up and parking his stolen whip, he saw the security at the door that he remembered from when he came with Tito. This meant someone in Tito’s family was still running the business and keeping his name alive.

  Tommy also recognized the new custom sky-blue F-430 Ferrari with white leather interior parked directly in front of the club. It looked just like one of Turnpike Tito’s whips.

  Little D and Geez were right behind Tommy Guns securing all the compartments of the bike. They then followed behind their old head to the club.

  “This spot looks real official, OG,” Little D said.

  “There’s a lot of Miami elite up in here, y’all. People that know people and bosses that know cartel niggas, you feel me?” Tommy said while walking up the steps with his ATL homies. “They with me,” he said as he handed the security a $100 bill.

  “Good to see you, Tommy Guns,” the bouncer said. He added, “If you need anything special tonight, I can call it in for you.”

  “I’m good. I appreciate you though,” Tommy said upon entering the club that was blasting DJ Khalid’s new shit.

  The club was going hard as he was living the boss life.

  Once inside, he secured the VIP suite overlooking the dance floor. Each one of them looked the part of a young boss and baller.

  Tommy scanned the floor, checking out all of the women. He saw that they all came out wearing their best, from one name brand to another. What caught his attention down in the mix of the crowd was a Spanish nigga who looked just like Turnpike Tito.

  The same person he was looking at stopped to speak to one of the bouncers. The bouncer then turned around and pointed toward the suite in which Tommy Guns and his little homies were. Tommy didn’t know what to think at first, but then it came to him. This nigga might know Turnpike Tito.

  The suite entrance opened as two six-foot-six bodyguards walked in, followed by the man Tommy saw on the floor.

  “What y’all niggas want?” Geez asked with a bottle of Moët in his hand.

  He was ready to crick one of the big niggas in the head, plus he snuck his strap in, in case anything went down.

  “Someone wants to speak with your boy Tommy Guns over there.”

  As the words flowed from his mouth, the Latino-looking Turnpike Tito parted through them. He stood six foot even and weighed 190 pounds. With his slicked-back black hair, he looked like a Miami boss, with diamonds flowing over his watch bezel, pinky tiny with a matching bracelet. The sky-blue linen two-piece with the white gator belt and sho
es set his look off even more, making him look not only like a boss but like money.

  Little D, Geez, and Tommy Guns all watched this nigga close as he approached.

  “I’m Tony El Fantasma—the Ghost. I like to move without being seen, but that’s another topic. You had dealings with my little brother, or as you knew him, Turnpike Tito, correct?”

  “Yeah, he was good people.”

  “The remainder of your tab to him belongs to me, because it was, or should I say is, my money,” Tony said real calmly yet with power.

  Tony was known in the underworld to those of his stature as being a violent and vicious killer. He earned his power through blood, bullets, and plenty of cocaine distribution. His suave yet up-front business skills allowed him to get involved with those around the world connected to power and influence, making him an even stronger force to reckon with.

  “See, amigo, I know that you’ve been running for your life and freedom, so I didn’t find a need to chase behind you. However, now we’re face to face in my city. We need to resolve this financial situation we have,” Tony said, referring to the $650,000 he was owed.

  Tommy stared into his eyes and saw the truth, and he knew he was definitely about his paper. At the same time, he thought about how he could get back into get this money while on the run, since he just had his little homies bring ten blocks through, but that wouldn’t last long.

  “Tony, with me running, I left a lot of my money up north in stash houses. No matter what, it’s safe. I did make moves in ATL with my little homies here. I can get you $200,000 in the morning, and the rest in a week or sooner,” Tommy promised, trying to keep it real with the suave goon.

  He had no idea if any of his men in the club were shooters. Men like him in power did not go too far without a team ready to put shit down.

  “How do know I can trust you to leave here tonight and meet me in the morning with the $200,000?”

  “Because I’m the realest nigga you’ll ever meet, plus I fucks with your brother, Tito, like that. I wasn’t about to play with his bread, so what makes you think I’m going to do that to you and y’all’s family? After I pay you in full, I want to continue the family business, if it’s not a problem with you?”

  Before Tony responded, he leaned in and whispered to his goons. Once he spoke to them, he let Tommy know what he was thinking.

  “I like you, amigo, and your confidence and how you carry yourself. I know my brother wouldn’t have dealt with you otherwise. I’ll see you tomorrow at the ports. I have property over there. You won’t miss me or my men. Be there at 12:00 noon. Don’t be late or waste my time.”

  “I’ll be there because time is money.”

  Tony exited with his team of security. Little D and Geez were ready to ride, not seeing the bigger picture of what Tommy Guns was putting together.

  “What up, my nigga? We can smoke that fake-ass Tony Montana muthafucka!” Little D said, all hyped and feeling the buzz from the Moët.

  “Calm down, my nigga; we needed this to happen. I’m going to keep my word. I hope he keeps his. I do know that if this plays out the way I want it to, we all going to eat and lock down the East Coast with bird play.”

  “I’m about that life! I can see me now, state to state and city to city, fucking bitches and counting money!” Geez said as they all gulped back their bottles of champagne and thought about their next power move.

  CHAPTER 4

  AT 11:00 A.M. the next morning in Harrisburg, Tommy Guns’s baby momma, Shari, walked outside to check her mailbox. As she reached inside, she noticed the unmarked FBI car with two agents inside laying on her house with hopes of taking down Tommy Guns. She waved at them and allowed them to know that she saw them as much as they saw her.

  “Assholes!” she said aloud, still smiling and waving at them before going back into the house and taking a seat at the dining room table to go through the mail.

  She came across a postcard and flipped it over to read the small print, date, and time. There was a picture of a hotel and resort by the beach on the front. A smile formed on her face and she flashed back to when she and Tommy went to the same resort years ago. He was now sending her a message to meet him there, but first she would have to figure out how to get rid of the Feds following her.

  Shari got her sons ready for the day as she normally did, before dropping them off and then working second shift as a CNA at the Harrisburg Hospital. Unbeknown to the FBI, she already put in for time off, not knowing Tommy would send for her. She simply wanted to spend time with her kids since it was the end of the school year. She wanted to treat them for their good grades and for making it to the next grade.

  She also secured the $300,000 that he requested in the fine print on the back of the postcard. Once she got herself and the kids together, she made her way uptown in her black Honda Accord.

  She pulled over at Tommy’s mom’s house like she normally did and dropped off the kids while she went to work. They made it into the house as the Feds watched her go inside as usual.

  “Grandmom!” little Tommy said with excitement as he rushed over to her.

  She embraced him with a grandmother’s love and kisses.

  “Somebody is having a birthday soon!” Mrs. Anderson said to her grandkids.

  “It’s me, Grandmom. I want a fast car like my dad!” little Tommy said, full of life and innocence.

  “Grandmom, what’d you cook today?” Tyrese asked, always hungry for her cooking.

  “I made seafood salad with shrimp, fresh crab meat, and lobster with all my love,” she said, smiling at her grandbaby. “Shari, are those FBI people still following you around?”

  “Yes, ma’am. They parked across from your house. They stupid like I don’t know they’re following me everywhere. Even when I go to work, they’ll have one in the car and the other in and out of the hospital checking up on me.”

  “They get on my last nerve sitting out there like they ain’t got nothing else better to do.”

  “Well, I’m going to send for an Uber. I’ll see you later. Come on, boys.”

  “Mom, I want to take some of Grandmom’s seafood salad,” Tyrese begged.

  She gave him a look which meant she was in a hurry. Mrs. Anderson caught the look, so she jumped in.

  “I’ll make him a bowl he can take with him,” she said while hurrying to make a bowl.

  Then they made their way out through the back door over to the Mini Mart on 2nd and Maclay Streets, where the Uber driver picked them up and took them to the airport. Shari put her head back as the driver took off. Now without the Feds following her, she could see the man she cared about so much. While at the same time, the kids could see their father.

  They did not know in advance where they were going because she wanted it to be a surprise that they would appreciate. She was also having thoughts of being intimate with him, since it had been so long since she allowed anyone into her life since Tommy Guns went on the run for his life. She had been more consumed with taking care of her children and had not allowed anyone into her life or space with all that had been going on. She had been focused on moving up to an LPN or RN by taking classes in between work. She wanted more for herself and her kids.

  CHAPTER 5

  IT WAS 11:59 A.M. in Miami when Tommy Guns, Little D, and Geez pulled into where Tony’s import/export company was located. Tommy still pushed the stolen BMW with Tony’s men following behind him in two separate H2 Hummers. It was Tony’s way of keeping an eye on them while at the same time keeping Tommy Guns honest. His men followed them from the club last night, tailing them all the way until this morning. Tommy Guns saw that they were being followed and realized the power that Tony had compared to his brother.

  Tony was already there at the ports with his team of loyal assassins. Tommy saw the sky-blue Bentley Flying Spur parked between two all-white G55 Mercedes Benz trucks with dark tinted windows.

  Tommy Guns now got the impact of who he was dealing with. He definitely would have to get
this nigga’s paper, or the Feds would be the least of his worries.

  As soon as the BMW came to a stop, all of Tony’s men in the Benz trucks exited. They were strapped with MAC-11s fully loaded with thirty-two in a clip and one in the chamber. Four men from each truck made their presence clearly felt as Tommy and his little homies started making their way over to the car. At the same time, the men in the two H2 Hummers also stepped out, leaving Tommy Guns and his crew blocked in, but mostly to protect Tony.

  As they walked up, one of Tony’s men opened the back passenger side of the Bentley. Tony exited with a supermodel-looking Latina with long, silky brown hair and curves flowing over the fabric of her clothing. She had long legs and glowing green eyes that sparkled under the noon Miami sun. She was a really sexy Columbian and looked like Paola from the 90 Day Fiancé television show. She wasn’t there to look good; however, that may be a distraction to most. But Tommy saw her caressing Tony’s arm with one hand while the other hand was holding a gold-plated .45 automatic with a white pearl handle and gold-rigged silencer just in case shit went wrong.

  Tommy wanted to get straight down to business, so he extended the bag of money to Tony; but Tony didn’t take it, as if he was too good or too powerful. Instead, he nodded to one of his goons and they secured the bag.

  “There are three hundred stacks in there. That’s one hundred more than I said yesterday. It’s my way of showing you how serious I am about continuing doing business with you,” Tommy said, adding the extra money to influence Tony’s decision to want to do business with him.

  He took the money that Geez and Little D brought down last night.

  “I see you’re a man of your word and potentially great worth. If you choose to continue doing business, clear what you owe and we’ll go from there. I know mi hermano saw something in you that made him trust you as he did.”

  “He saw the hunger in my eyes; besides, I’m a real muthafucka who knows how to get to a dollar.”

  Tony smirked just as the beautiful Latina on his side did.