The Feds were inside the hotel suite of the man whom they had just raided, and they were checking his information. He shared the same name as their suspect; however, they were of a different race and age.
“Sorry, Mr. Smith, for storming your room like this. We were given the wrong intel,” the agent apologized as they exited the room and made their way to the real Ray Smith’s room, which they had just received from the front desk.
With their levels of adrenaline already high, they moved in quickly and closed in on the room using another key card. They rushed inside the room with their guns out.
“FBI! Let me see your hands!” the agents yelled out as they closed in on the bedroom with the two sexy Latinas who were both naked.
The one closest to the Feds lay on her belly and exposed her perfect-looking ass and curves. The other lay on her side. She showed how perky and picturesque her breasts were, just like the landing strip on her love spot.
“I guess he heard us down the hall, sir,” the agent said, looking on at the naked Latinas and wishing he could be the guy in between them right then. However, he remained professional and asked, “You ladies have someone here with y’all last night?”
“No habla Ingles, lo siento,” the Latina said with a smile.
The agent couldn’t believe this shit.
“Get the Federales in here to translate,” the agent yelled out.
Right then, the agent noticed in the girls’ eyes that they knew exactly what he had just said.
“Oh, I get it, you no speaky the English. You speak Mexican prison for obstructing justice?” he said, which obviously got their attention.
“He no here anymore. Maybe he left when we sleeping,” the female said.
The agents searched the room for clues that would give them a sense of the direction in which he headed, but nothing.
Ra Ra was running like a track star, trying to get as far away from the resort as fast as he could. Thoughts of going to jail added to the fuel that he needed to run harder. He was also wondering how the fuck they found him! Maybe someone at the resort recognized him? An employee? A tourist? Somebody recognized his face? It wasn’t the women he was dealing with because he gave them fake names, except for one of them, Carmen, who had stood out to him. The same girl he was thinking about called as soon as he got far enough away to feel comfortable.
He ran a few more blocks before slowing down. He was breathing hard and sweating even harder. He walked over to a food truck.
“Mira deme un Coca-Cola, por favor?” Ra Ra said, taking out five American dollars and handing it to the Mexican man as he slid the Coke across the counter. “Keep the change.”
“Gracias, amigo,” the Mexican man said, appreciating the extra money.
“De nada, viejo,” Ra Ra answered while drinking the soda and catching his breath before calling Carmen.
He made her aware that he was in need of a ride right away in order to get even further away from the resorts and tourist area. The Feds did not take too much time going deep into the ghettos of Mexico.
It was not too long before Carmen pulled up in her red Toyota Camry. Ra Ra got in, feeling good in the air conditioning and even better getting away from the area.
“Papi, que pasol? You okay?” she asked.
“I’m good now that you came to get me. Carmen, I need a place to lay low for a little. I’ll pay you or whoever until I get my own place down here,” he said.
“You can stay at my place. It’s only me and my mother. Besides, we need the security and comfort of a man around the house.”
Ra Ra smiled and looked on at his sexy Mexican mami. He very much appreciated her looking out for him.
Carmen stood five foot four and weighed a fit 125 pounds, with a body showing off her youthful tight stomach. Her curves flowed over her body in all the right places. Her sparkling gray eyes added to her allure with her beautiful smile of innocence, dimples, and long silky black hair. She was a natural beauty with an even more intriguing personality.
He pulled out $1,000 and handed it to her.
“This is for your troubles, and also to help you and your mother around the house.”
“Gracias, papi, but this is a lot of money, you know?”
“I can’t put a price on wanting to be in the good company of you and your mother.”
She focused on the road while driving when his comment put a smile in her heart and on her face. She felt appreciated by someone as he was to her and her mother.
Ra Ra was an ATL balla, so he didn’t mind giving her the money; besides, he wasted more than that in one night at the strip club. He viewed Carmen as a female he would love to keep around in his life and for some time. She was only twenty years old, and she knew what she wanted in life and where she wanted to be. He found out all of this during their first meeting when he picked her brain. It made him paranoid at first that she asked him so many questions, but she caught his attention, which is why she was the only female from whom he decided to get a phone number.
As they were driving to her mother’s house, he took in all of the streets of Mexico and saw how they lived. Kids with guns were running wild and chasing people around. Bodies lay up against buildings; they were either too drunk to get up or dead from a cartel sicario’s bullet. He couldn’t believe the worlds away the resorts were from here, especially with all of the cocaine coming from and through the country.
CHAPTER 8
AFTER A LONG day at the amusement park, Shari, Tommy, and the kids made it back to the hotel suite at 7:00 p.m.
“Tommy, you know my flight leaves at 9:00 p.m., right?”
“Then we should make good use of that time,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“When will we see you again?”
“Soon! You know I’ll send for you. It’ll probably be another city, state, or country, but wherever I am, I’ll reach out to you.”
“You know I’ll come to you wherever you are,” she replied, giving him a kiss while caressing his neck with her manicured nails.
The kiss led to roaming hands over each other’s bodies until their clothes came off, with love bites to his chest as her soft hands found him and stroked him to attention. They both enjoyed the moment of a quickie before showering so she could get ready to return home.
After they said their goodbyes, she made her way to the airport.
Tommy made his way back over to the projects to see his Miami rida, Kiss.
As he pulled into the projects where Kiss lived, he could hear bursts of gunfire going off as young niggas tried to take out Tre. He could see Tre spraying off a MAC-10 in different directions in between ducking behind cars and taking cover while trying to close in on some little niggas.
Tommy Guns dug Tre’s swag, so he took out his Glock 40mm and squeezed off, taking out one of the young bucks and hitting him in the back and thrusting him forward. He then fired at another young buck who shifted his weapons toward him. The slugs fired and crashed violently into the young buck’s face, tearing half of it off as the life instantly escaped him.
“I told y’all fools don’t be coming around here! I run this hood!” Tre yelled out.
The crazy thing about the projects was that the cops did not come unless they were called or just so happened to be in the neighborhood. Even when no one was in harm’s way, the constant gunfire made them come multiple times before—that and fireworks that kids would set off to see if the cops would come. But now they left it up to those who needed help to call. Crazy, but it’s as real as it gets!
Tre came up on one little nigga who was still breathing and pointed his gun at him just in case he tried some slick shit.
“You bitches, y’all think it’s not real out here! I run this shit! You want to get down or what? If not, I don’t want to see you in my hood ever again!” Tre shouted, taking the young nigga’s gun.
He was hit in the shoulder and leg, so Tre let him go for now.
“Like I said, you want to get down, and I’ll put
you onto the game. But if you come back, I’m going to let my fiends put ya body in the dumpster!” Tre warned while watching the little nigga limp off. “Good looking, OG.”
“Don’t worry about it, my nigga. This is the life I live. Plus, I fucks with ya swag!” Tommy Guns said, looking around to see at least six crackheads carrying the dead niggas that he and Tre had just shot. They put them in the back of an old-ass Ford pickup truck.
“What the fuck them niggas doing?” he asked.
“I got the fiends on my payroll. I hit them with a quarter ounce and they share the shit, but they take the bodies to another project and dump them in the big green dumpsters. That’s some real tiered shit, huh, OG?” Tre laughed.
“Yeah, it is! I ain’t never seen no shit like this!”
“Back to business, I’m ready to get down with you. Let me run in the crib and get this paper,” Tre said, ready to pick up so he could continue to secure his projects.
Tommy Guns made his way into the crib to secure the bricks for Tre. Kiss was upstairs being intimate with someone. He could hear her as he stood at the bottom of the steps. He laughed to himself knowing this was some funny shit, because she didn’t even hear him come in. The crazy thing was that she knew Tommy had a key, so why take a chance? But that was Kiss. She was a ride-or-die type of chick.
“Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, right there! Give me that big dick! Mmmmmmmh, mmmmmh! Yes, yes, yes, give it to me! Mmmmmmh!” she moaned and let out as some nigga was fucking her the long way.
Tommy didn’t care as long as his money and product were cool. She could do her, just as he did him with his baby momma.
After Kiss and the mystery nigga were done doing them, Tommy quietly sat on the couch and waited on her to come downstairs. He also had his trusted associate sitting in his lap—his fully loaded .44 Magnum that was all ready to go. He left his Glock in the car. He always felt that the Magnum up close and personal made a statement.
Kiss and her friend came down the steps and were both shocked to see him sitting there. Tommy Guns was pissed when he saw the nigga holding the same bags that Little D and Geez gave to him that contained the money and the ten bricks. He stood up from the couch and looked on at the nigga with murderous eyes.
“Yo, nigga, where the fuck do you think you’re going with my shit?”
Before the lame-ass nigga could try to explain himself, Tommy squeezed the trigger and unleashed a thunderous round that roared through the air. The bullet slammed into the guy’s chest and erupted his heart on impact while at the same time blowing a hole the size of a softball out his back. He was dead before his body even hit the ground. Being a ride-or-die chick, Kiss reacted just as fast when she saw the nigga she was just fucking fall back against the wall. She pulled out her nickel-plated .380 with the black grip and fired off rounds at Tommy. One of the reckless rounds went between his legs and grazed his inner right thigh.
She turned quickly and ran back up the steps as Tommy returned fire, sending slugs her way while trying to chase her down. He ran behind her and wanted to kill the bitch for her betrayal. As he turned up the steps, she stood at the top and fired rounds that slammed into his body and thrust him back down the steps. As he lay there still gripping the Magnum, he thought about how this bitch was really trying to take him out and under at the same time. If she killed him and took his money and product, America and the FBI would be thanking her for this shit.
Kiss disappeared out of sight, since she did not want to be hit from the slugs he was firing.
She came back into view firing off recklessly as another of her slugs hit him in the side. Tommy Guns now saw the end coming near, until his anger and rage pulled him through, when he fired off the last two slugs at the crazy bitch. The first of the slugs hit right above her nose, snapping her head back with brute force. It broke her neck while at the same time it breached her skull and ejected her brains out the other side. The other slug hit her in the breast, twisting her body and taking half of her breast off as the powerful slug tore through her body and assured her death even more. Her lifeless body fell down the steps onto him. He could not believe this was how their time ended. He slid from underneath her.
“Damn, Kiss, your sexy ass didn’t have to go out like this while fucking with this lame-ass muthafucka here,” he said, kicking the lifeless body of the nigga she was fucking.
He then grabbed both of the bags and made his way out of the crib. Tre was standing there ready to move out on anyone that came through the door if it wasn’t him.
“OG, you good? Who did this shit?”
“That crazy bitch and her side nigga tried to take me for my money and work.”
“I know you handled you shit killing fools.”
“They dead as a muthafucka. Get ya fiends on that shit, little nigga,” he ordered. He then added, “Have them set her spot on fire if you want. Here’s five bricks for you. I’ll be back in two weeks or sooner if you call my handle I gave you.”
“I got cash for two of them right now, so take this bag. I got you, OG. You already know I’ma hold you down to the fullest!” Tre said while watching Tommy Guns get into his whip wounded. “Stay focused, OG. That nigga and that bitch deserved what they got.”
Tommy broke a smile through the pain that he was feeling from his wounds. He got it together enough to drive off and then call Tony the Ghost. Tony was at his multi-million-dollar estate on Star Island, which boasted over twenty thousand square feet of pure opulence.
“Hermano, que pasol?”
“I need your help, Tony!” Tommy began, with his voice sounding in pain as he was driving.
“What’s the problem, hermano?”
“I got hit up twice. You know I can’t just walk into a hospital being on the run. The Feds would be all over me.”
“Say no more, amigo. Meet me at the club. I’ll have my private doctor take a look at you.”
“Good looking, Tony,” Tommy said before hanging up the phone and driving over to Skyblue nightclub.
It wasn’t open for business yet, being early in the day; however, he figured that a few staff members might be there getting things in order for the night. Tommy parked his car and waited for Tony to arrive. He thought about how Kiss really had tried to take him out of the game. If she was about him 100 percent, she would have made a great asset to the rising empire he was in the process of rebuilding.
It didn’t take long for Tony and his men to get to the club to assist the person he viewed as a financial interest. Tommy stepped out of his stolen whip with the bag of money in one hand. His guys grabbed the bag while the doctor took a look at Tommy. He saw that he would need a better-prepared environment to continue aiding him.
“Tony, we can’t do this out here,” the doctor said.
“Take him inside then,” he said. “The doctor knows best, hermano. He’s going to fix you up real good. You’ll be ready for war after he’s done.”
Tommy gave a brief smirk followed by a head nod after feeling the pain in his shoulder and side. But the graze to his inner thigh was a flesh wound that felt like a bad rug burn times ten.
“So tell me, amigo, who did this to you?”
“This bitch I was fucking with and her side nigga. They tried taking my money and my work until he saw me. I killed both of them for this shit. That bitch shot me three times before I put her down,” Tommy explained before bracing himself as the doctor worked his magic and pulled the bullets from his shoulder and leg. “I’m a survivor, Tony. I’ve been hit before. It only makes me stronger and driven to get this money out here.”
“I like you, Tommy. I see potential in our business relationship. If you want to stay free out here, think about using one of my other doctors to change your look entirely, as well as your fingerprints. The fingerprints are the best. They’ll never know who you are, even if they think they do,” Tony said as he gave a light laugh at the thought.
“I didn’t even know the fingerprint shit was a thing. I’m down for it if it can help k
eep our business relationship thriving without me having to look over my shoulder every day,” Tommy said, knowing if he changed his face and fingerprints, it would be the greatest escape ever. “I need to secure a few things before we take care of the face and fingerprint thing. I want to make sure what we have going on stays on the right track. There is $300,000 in that bag right there. I owe you $50,000 more. I’ll have that in a day or less. I’ll also take you up on the offer to leave the country when it’s all said and done. Maybe if I lay low, I can pop up looking different.”
Tommy was bracing for change, and becoming rich and powerful at the same time. He would now have to surround himself with people like Tony. As for his team, he fucked with his little niggas because they all were loyal to the end.
CHAPTER 9
THREE WEEKS LATER Tommy Guns found himself chilling at Tre’s mom’s crib. Tre figured he would look out for the OG since he blessed him with the product.
Tre’s mom, Trina, thought Tommy was cute; plus she was feeling his gangsta swag backed by him being a boss. Trina stood five foot five and had brown skin. Her dark brown eyes added to her cat-like look and pretty smile backed by her white teeth. She weighed a thick 140 pounds, but her body still looked tight and good to Tommy.
Trina was in the kitchen working her magic and making soul food. She prepared fried whiting, baked macaroni with four cheeses, greens, cornbread, corn on the cob, and black-eyed peas. She handed Tommy and Tre a plate before turning to make her way back into the kitchen.
“Trina, where’s the hot sauce at?” Tommy Guns asked.
“I’ll bring it back out. Let me get y’all something to drink,” she responded.
She came back in with drinks and looked really sexy to Tommy. She set down their drinks in front of them and turned to go get her plate.
“You keep walking like that all sexy and shit, and I’ma put this hot sauce all over you and eat you up with this cornbread,” Tommy chuckled.
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