All Eyes on Gunz 3

by Warren Holloway

  She laughed and then gave him a sensual look as she turned and headed back into the kitchen. The look also meant that he could look but not touch. It was also a promise they made to Tre so they would not mix business with pleasure. In the event Tre’s business did not go right, it would make the personal thing even harder to deal with. Tommy was a man of his word, so he only kept it to flirting with her. She was fine with that. They all sat back and enjoyed the home-cooked meal full of flavor, love, and soul.

  ~ ~ ~

  Back up in Atlanta, Geez and Little D were getting Tommy Guns’s money together at the stash spot in the Thomasville projects. After they put the money into their book bags, they made their way outside to their Hayabusas with all their custom features and hidden compartments for their weapons, money, or whatever. On the chrome package, Geez even got the blue-and-red flames on the side. As they came out toward their bikes, Little D saw that his bike was knocked over on its side. Immediately, he got pissed from feeling that he was disrespected.

  “Which one of y’all bitch-ass niggas knocked my shit over?” Little D asked.

  He looked around and searched the faces of the niggas standing around as well as the bitches, just in case there was a bitch he fucked or someone acting stupid out here.

  A nigga unexpectedly popped up from behind a few cars down.

  “It was me, nigga!”

  “Yo, D, watch ya back! These niggas trying to hit us!” Geez yelled out while pulling out his gun.

  Little D already had his gun in hand and started letting go, unleashing roaring rounds from the .45 Desert Eagle. Slugs slammed into the nigga’s body so violently that it punched holes through him. At the same time, some of his insides from the force of the slug exited out the other end. He hit the ground seconds away from life as his heart and lungs were breached from the molten slugs that had hit him.

  “That’s for knocking my bike over, nigga!” Little D said before shifting his gun onto the nigga with whom Geez was shooting out.

  He was trying to hide between the cars because Little D and Geez had him pinned down with the onslaught of slugs gunning for him.

  Little D ran around the other side and ducked between cars while he snuck up on the nigga. He didn’t even see Little D until it was too late.

  “Look into the flash and smile, nigga! I gotcha!” Little D said as he came from behind the nigga.

  He tried to turn fast and get a shot off, but Little D sent slugs into his body and face, dropping and killing him where he stood.

  “You niggas should know better than to try to get at us out here! This is the life we live and die for!” Little D snapped while eyeing everyone who was still standing around.

  “Them niggas don’t look like they from around here, D.”

  “Yeah, I don’t recognize them, and their family won’t either!” Little D said after firing off another round into the already dead boy’s face. “Yo, Geez, help me lift my bike back up,” Little D requested.

  “We going to have to get you something you can handle, my nigga,” Geez said while helping him.

  “Nah, nigga. They just got to stop hating on us out here, that’s all.”

  They hurried, revving up their bikes, and raced out of the projects. They knew the cops would be coming, and they didn’t want to stick around for that. Besides, the hood wouldn’t tell on them, because they, too, would be gone when the cops came. The niggas that got killed weren’t even from the hood, so that was the end of their story and the hopes of having their murders solved.

  Once Geez and Little D made it out of Georgia, they stopped to refuel and call Tommy Guns to let him know that they were on their way.

  “What’s good, little nigga?” Tommy asked after answering his phone.

  “We on our way down to get at you since it’s been awhile.”

  “I’m in the same area but down a few cribs. I’ll give you the spot when ya get closer.”

  “Alright, my nigga. See you then,” Geez said before hanging up the phone and getting back on the road.

  They were focused on taking the game to another level with Tony, who was now looking out for Tommy Guns.

  CHAPTER 10

  DOWN IN MEXICO, Ra Ra was settling in with his new girlfriend, Carmen, and her mother, who welcomed him with open arms and love. They also catered to his every need, treating him like a young king. Ra Ra loved his newfound life and freedom out of the country. He did not miss the hood that made him, nor his old head, Tommy Guns, who blessed him and his team with the game.

  Ra Ra, Carmen, and her mother were in the living room drinking cold Coronas and listening to music, until Carmen’s uncle and associates arrived at the house. He immediately took notice of the American in his family’s home. Carmen saw the look on her uncle’s face, so she spoke up first.

  “Uncle Hector, ese es mi novio, Ra Ra, de America.”

  Ra Ra stood up immediately after recognizing that her uncle and his presence displayed his power and position. He was definitely somebody, Ra Ra thought to himself. He quickly extended his hand out to shake her uncle’s hand.

  “Nice to meet you, Señor Hector.”

  Hector pulled Ra Ra close and spoke in a low tone that only he could hear.

  “Amigo, welcome to mi familia. If you hurt her, I will cut your heart out while it’s still beating, just so you can feel the pain you caused her.”

  He patted Ra Ra on the shoulder and gave him a smile while looking him in his eyes. Normally Ra Ra would be offended, but this was a different time and place.

  “She’s in good hands; and as for her heart, that’s in good hands, too,” Ra Ra responded.

  Hector shifted his attention to his niece and her mother.

  “I dropped by to see how mi hermano’s esposa y hija are doing. I see that you’re in good company with this Americano. I want you to feel free to call me or stop by. You are welcome at my place, Rosita,” Hector said while looking at Carmen’s mom.

  “You know being around you all and what it does to me and my memories of my husband. However, I’m okay with you stopping by as you do. If we need anything, we’ll let you know,” Rosita said, not wanting to go into details that would stir up old feelings.

  “No to lo video, Carmen. If you need anything, llamame. I know your mom has her ways of doing things, but it’s my job to make sure you and your mother are always taken care of,” Hector said before kissing Rosita on the cheek and then Carmen before he and his men exited.

  Ra Ra made his way over to the window and watched Hector and his men in a convoy of four black Range Rovers with tinted windows, which concealed the four men in each truck. They all boasted fully automatic weapons along with two 9mm handguns each. They were all ready to protect their boss.

  “Really, your uncle is a boss in this country?” Ra Ra said after seeing the obvious.

  “He’s a very powerful man here in my country. He is respected by many and feared by even more. That’s all I’ll say for now.”

  She didn’t need to say anything else. Ra Ra figured the rest out by himself.

  Hector Guzman was Mexico’s number one cartel boss, who took the position of El Chapo since a new power and face to fear was needed to keep the balance and distribution flowing into the US and around the world. Hector started off with his brother, until his brother got ambushed over a year ago and murdered by one of their rivals trying to gain position. Rosita never wanted to see the family or be part of that life anymore since it robbed her of the one love she ever had. Ramon Guzman was her high school sweetheart and the father of her only daughter, Carmen.

  To avenge his brother, Hector captured those responsible and killed them in front of their entire families. He then killed each of their kids, and even their dog, before burning their bodies. They all drank tequila to celebrate as the bodies burned.

  It was a day that shook the cartel world as those in Sinaloa, Juarez, and other areas were put on notice as to who was now in charge.

  Hector stood five eleven and had thick e
yebrows and a thick mustache on an otherwise clean-shaven face. His dark black eyes added to his murderous look. He did not take any shit from anyone. It was either his way or say goodbye to your life, because he was either taking it or would have his sicarios put a bullet in your head.

  Ra Ra now thought about how he could connect the dots between her uncle back to the States, which would make his old head, Tommy Guns, proud of his networking skills. He just had to take it one step at a time. He did not want to approach Hector the wrong way or make him look past him dating his niece.

  CHAPTER 11

  BACK IN HARRISBURG, Federal agents were processing and transferring federal informant and witness, JD, to a safe house in Florida, far away from Pennsylvania.

  Agent Johnson was also trying to track down all leads given to him in regard to Tommy Guns Anderson. But he was coming up short each time, which made him even more determined to catch the son of a bitch.

  People in every hood across America all viewed Tommy Guns as a legend and one of their own, so those who did see him respected his gangster and would not report him. Others were starstruck by his presence. They knew that if they betrayed him, they would also end up dead. Agent Johnson also realized this with the length of time he had been on the run with the FBI and DEA using their resources to track him.

  While Agent Johnson and his team focused on tracking down Tommy Guns, down in Florida, Little D and Geez pulled into the projects where Tommy Guns was with his young homie. Once they got off their bikes and walked up to him and Tre, Tommy introduced them to the boy.

  “Little D and Geez, this is my young nigga Tre. He be putting in work out here and getting that money and laying anything down in his way to get a dollar. Ain’t that right, little nigga?”

  “You already know I’m about mine!” Tre responded before flipping up his shirt and displaying the 9mm automatic.

  “What’s good, Tre? I’m Geez, and this is Little D. So you getting this money with us, huh?”

  “OG got at me after seeing that I get it done, so you know I’m about making that paper,” Tre admitted.

  In the middle of their conversation, a loud voice came through the air from a distance of roughly fifty or so yards. It immediately got all of their attention.

  “Yo, Tre! You killed my baby brother, nigga! You gonna die fo’ dat shit!”

  The rapid back-to-back sound of a 9mm Uzi on a three-burst switch sounded off loud as bullets crashed into the cars and projects around them as the shooter started to move in on them. At the same time, the shooter tried to evade the slugs that were being fired back at him from Tommy and his gang.

  When the cat saw that he had four guns aimed and shooting at him, he decided to bounce and try the shit another time when Tre did not have a team with him. He took off running toward the car he had parked a few blocks away.

  “That nigga’s mine next time he comes through here acting like he about that life,” Tre said with a pissed-off attitude. “He can join his brother in the muthafucking ground.”

  “Calm down, my nigga. He ain’t coming back here seeing how we deep. Let’s go in the crib to take care of business,” Tommy suggested.

  Once in the crib, they continued talking about what had happened and what led to Tre killing the dude’s brother. Then the conversation shifted to more serious business at hand. Tommy was giving the little niggas game on how he wanted to expand.

  “Tre, Geez, Little D. We about to make a power move with this nigga Tony. He’s connected on another level which makes us connected to him. Now, Tre, I want you to see what you can do in the city outside your projects. Spread out in other projects to distribute more work. Geez and Little D, y’all niggas expand in Georgia and the Carolinas to see what y’all can do there. When this shit comes through, we going to have to move it, because this nigga Tony is the real deal, feel me?”

  “We got you, OG,” Tre said, all ready to get to a dollar.

  “We can even expand to ya city. See what that money and them shawties like up there,” Geez said.

  “There’s some real special dime pieces that will have your mind fucked up, my niggas,” Tommy said. “But on some real shit, if y’all niggas stick with me and stay loyal ‘til the end, the sky is the limit. Because this nigga Tony, from what it looks like, is going to take us there.”

  Tommy stopped speaking when his cell phone sounded off. He didn’t recognize the number and normally would not answer, but he did after seeing that it was an out-of-town number.

  “Yo, what’s good?”

  “Que pasa, homes?”

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “It’s me, my nigga!” Ra Ra said while laughing and fucking with Tommy.

  “Oh shit, it’s the homie Ra Ra!” Tommy said, tapping the phone and placing it on speaker so the crew could hear the call. “Yo, Ra Ra! I got Little D and Geez here plus my new little nigga, Tre, from Miami.”

  “What it do, folk? How y’all niggas doing up there?” Ra Ra asked.

  “We chasing that money down,” Little D said.

  “I miss y’all niggas, man. I wish I could be there. Y’all should come down and see this country how I’m seeing it,” he said, meaning the cartels and other shit behind the tourist scene.

  “Don’t worry, my nigga. I’m working on something major that could get you back here safe,” Tommy Guns said.

  “I ain’t gonna say much over this line, but I’m in traffic myself. You would be proud of this move, my nigga.”

  “Yo, Ra Ra! I know you getting them sexy-ass Spanish mamis down there!” Little D said, all hyped up and wishing he was there.

  “Yeah, I met a few, but there was one that slowed me down,” Ra Ra said while Carmen spoke up in the background.

  “Esta ahora, papi!” she said, all ready to go.

  Little D, Geez, Tommy Guns, and Tre all heard her, and they laughed at the homie.

  “Whoa! Whoa! What’s going on down there, Ra Ra?” Geez asked.

  “I told y’all niggas I found the right one. Trust me on this. I’m about to go out with my lady and her folks. I’m a get at y’all later, alright?”

  “Be safe, my nigga, and do you with one or all of the women,” Geez said.

  After the call ended, Tommy decided to take his men to get something to eat at the Chinese spot across town to show his appreciation as well as to continue grooming his team.

  CHAPTER 12

  TWO HOURS AFTER cramming their faces with shrimp-and-pork egg rolls, pork-and-shrimp fried rice, crab legs, and other fresh Chinese food, they all made their way out of the buffet. Little D spotted something that stood out to him.

  “OG Tommy, that looks like them alphabet boys in that Crown Vic over there!” Little D called out.

  Tommy’s attention went straight toward the car at which his little nigga was pointing. His heart and mind picked up its pace. He thought that they were about to close in on him, so he started looking around to see if he noticed anyone else in an unmarked car. Nothing. What the fuck is going on here? Tommy thought as he jumped into the car. Little D and Geez got on their bikes and waited to see what their old head was about to do. Tre was in the whip with Tommy.

  Two Federal agents exited the vehicle followed by a third person who slid out of the back seat of the Crown Vic. Tommy and Tre were lying low behind the dark-tinted windows of the 760Li BMW as they watched the agents approach the entrance of the buffet.

  “You got to be kidding me!” Tommy Guns said after seeing who the third person was who exited the Fed’s car. That rat muthafucka JD! he thought. “This nigga is a rat with nine muthafucking lives.”

  “Who the fuck is that nigga, OG?” Tre asked.

  “That bitch-ass muthafucka is the reason I’m on the run. He set me up with the Feds to cop some bricks, and that nigga turned out to be a Federal agent. I killed that Fed nigga, just like I’ma kill this piece of shit.”

  The Feds flew in JD to relocate him; however, unbe-knownst to any of them, this was the city where their number-one
fugitive had chosen to run.

  Tommy wanted to jump out of the car right then, but he had a better idea of how he was going to get that muthafucka for his betrayal. Tommy now flashed back to when he shot up JD in Harrisburg and how he survived to tell the Feds about the Range Rover he had in Candy’s name. The thoughts of that alone pissed him off, because his nigga Fat Money lost his life that day.

  He sat back and planned his next move while the rat-ass nigga was inside feeding his face, unaware that he was enjoying his last meal.

  A little over an hour had passed by and the Feds, along with their CI, left the Chinese buffet with full bellies ready to hit the road to get to the safe house. They got into their car and filled out their travel log before pulling off and leaving the parking lot, not knowing that they were being followed. They drove over four blocks and came to a red light while making small talk about the food they had just eaten. They never saw the two motorcycles pull up on the driver and passenger sides, until both bikes stopped. Each agent looked at the rider on their side of the car, only to be greeted with a barrage of bullets that slammed into their faces and instantly sucked the life from them.

  “Oh, my fucking God! He’s here! It’s the fucking devil himself!” JD yelled out after seeing the agents killed in true gang-land style.

  Fear swept over him when he saw the motorcycles take off and leave him there alone—or so he thought.

  Tommy Guns quickly pulled up in his BMW and rolled down the dark-tinted windows as he closed in on the back passenger side of the Crown Vic. JD instantly saw the darkness in Tommy Guns’s eyes right before the flash of fire from him squeezing the trigger on his .44 Magnum. Two slugs raced out of the gun and slammed into his skull, ejecting his brains throughout the interior of the car and leaving him dead and unable to betray or infiltrate anyone else’s organization or empire. Tommy pulled off after mashing the gas and forcing the V12 engine to thrust power into the car, which allowed him to escape from the sirens he could hear approaching.