All Eyes on Gunz 3

by Warren Holloway

  “Well, amigo, call me when you’re ready with my money, and then we’ll talk about the future of you rebuilding this empire.”

  “I won’t let you down. Another thing, I see you’re still keeping your brother’s legacy alive with the sky-blue theme.”

  “Of course, the sky is the limit,” he said, turning with the sexy Latina and getting back into his car.

  His goons followed him and got into the trucks. They took off as the Bentley Flying Spur merged in between the two Benz trucks.

  “What up, OG, Tommy?” Geez said.

  “We about to get to it on another level. This nigga connected for real, plus his team is on point!” Tommy Guns said.

  “That Spanish bitch is on point. I need something like that on my side strapped up like she was,” Little D said.

  “Yeah, she’s a good distraction that would kill ya enemies in a heartbeat,” Tommy Guns said. “Let’s get the fuck outta here so we can figure out this money shit to get them bricks from this nigga Tony. What you call him last night, Little D? A fake-ass Tony Montana, nigga?”

  “He’s the real deal now from what I’m seeing. He’s about that life. I can’t hate on him now!” Little D admitted while getting on his motorcycle and revving it up.

  He raced behind Tommy and passed him as he and Geez headed back up to Atlanta to secure more money for the new line of cocaine they were about to get into with Tony the Ghost.

  ~ ~ ~

  At 3:03 p.m., Tommy Guns and his Miami sweetheart, Kiss, were sitting on the couch watching videos on BET and checking out the rappers fronting like they really lived the life that he woke up to every day. He thought the shit was funny how they talked about cars and money. They didn’t have to sell records in order to get the money they always talked about. A real-life scam in the rap game was taking the MC out of rapping and what it used to be.

  As he sat enjoying the videos and his thoughts on them, gunfire outside of the crib erupted, which got his attention because it was so close. It was certainly not off in the distance as it was sometimes throughout the day.

  When he opened the door, he saw that it was the same young nigga who was shooting out the other day. But this time he was strapped with a 9mm Uzi with a fifty-clip magazine. He was spraying heavily until the other little nigga ran off. Tommy Guns saw the young buck holding his ground, so he walked over to him to get at him about his swag, of which he took notice.

  “Yo, what’s good with you, young buck?”

  “Ain’t shit! Them fools trying to get money on my ground. I can’t let them fools do that! Then they’ll move me out the more they move in. So, I hold it down out here.”

  Tommy laughed, appreciating the young nigga’s thoroughness.

  “So, you get to that paper out here, huh?”

  “That’s what I do, folk. I live for this shit,” he said while gripping the Uzi.

  “What you moving? Powder, weed, ex, molly?”

  The little nigga looked on at Tommy Guns and wondered why the fuck he was asking so many questions. Then he took a moment and saw his face and flashed back to the nationwide news and social media posts about this nigga being FBI’s most wanted and a stone-cold killer himself as the media painted the picture.

  “I got that shit that made Scarface feel numb to the world,” he said. “I’m trying to move enough to get a whip like yours, folk. That 760 BMWLi is boss shit. Plus, it looks fast as a muthafucka.”

  “Yeah, it’s alright. What they call you out here, little homie?”

  “Tre Da Hard Way. Tre for short. I’m about that life with this getting money and taking out niggas in my way, feel me?”

  “I hear ya, my nigga.”

  Tre was sixteen years old. He stood five foot seven and only weighed 150 pounds, but he was full of life and ready to get to a dollar. Tre’s braids were freshly done and flowed with his dark skin and baby face. He stood there wearing a white tank top; Evisu shorts; black, red, and white Jordan IIIs; a black G-shock watch; and a black diamond chain with his nickname, Tre, on it.

  “So, what you working with, Tre?”

  “I take a half a bird and then break it down to dimes and twenties. I sell them in bundles to the homies around here. The other half I sell eight balls and shit to move the work fast.”

  “I see you got a good thing going right here.”

  “I did until my connect got laid out in a robbery last week, so I got to find a new line.”

  “I guess my timing is a muthafucka. I’ma put you in position to get you one of these BMWs and more.”

  “Yo, when I’m done with my work, I’ll get at ya fo’ sho’!”

  “You already know who I am, so I don’t need to introduce myself; and from my hood to yo’ hood, I’m still the realest nigga. You know where to find me, young nigga,” Tommy said before turning around and walking back to Kiss’s crib.

  “I respect you, gangsta OG. You all on the news how they said you put that undercover Fed down. That was some real shit,” Tre said.

  Tommy nodded his head as he walked to the crib, ready to plug the young buck in to make money and expand. His only worries were staying out long enough to build an empire that would exceed him yet take care of everybody in his family and on his team.

  CHAPTER 6

  TOMMY WAS AT the Miami Hilton and Resort at 7:02 p.m. when Shari came into the lobby. He was in the tuck to see if she had been followed like the shit that had happened in Baltimore. Once he saw that she was alone with the kids, he made his way over to her. He was wearing a baseball cap pulled down over his head to cover his face and was also assisted a little by the shades he was wearing.

  “What’s up, sexy lady?” he said, getting her attention.

  She turned and looked at him. She was ready to check him for flirting with her, until he briefly took off the glasses and hat, which allowed her to see who he was. She lit up smiling inside and out. The kids were even happier.

  “Daddy, Daddy! I love you and I miss you so much!” little Tommy yelled.

  “I love you, too, Dad. I wish you could come around more!” Tyrese said while hugging his father.

  “I’m here now, and we’re going to have some fun family time, alright?” he said, becoming a family man and a loving father, which was worlds away from the violence the FBI knew him to impose on those in his way.

  Shari found her way into his embrace, smelling him and missing his Sean Jeans Unforgivable fragrance.

  “I miss you just as much as the kids do,” she said, kissing his lips and reminding herself and him what it was like to be with one another.

  “Let’s go up to the suite I got us. We’re going to have a big day tomorrow for the birthday boy,” he said, making sure his son knew that he didn’t forget.

  They made it up to the room and planned their next day, in between running around the suite and having fun being in each other’s presence. They all watched movies, ordered room service, and spent quality family time together.

  The kids were tucked away asleep at 10:04 p.m. They could now have some alone time to be intimate as well as talk about the important things in their lives.

  “I brought that money down you asked me to get to,” Shari said, pointing to her bags. “It’s in my Gucci bag.”

  “I’ll get it later. I want to talk to you about something serious. I want to know if you would leave the country with me.”

  “Are you serious?” she asked, all ready to go wherever her man asked because of the love she had for him.

  At the same time, she thought of the reality of the question and having to uproot the kids from school to take them to another country that would be foreign to them.

  “Yeah, I’m serious.”

  “I would do anything for you, Tommy, and you know this, but we have to think about the kids. What about them?”

  “Okay, what if I leave the country and then send for you and them?”

  She leaned in to kiss him with love and understanding of what he was thinking and going through.
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br />   “I love you. I wish that you’ll always be safe. Just know I’ll come wherever you are and whenever you want me to. I’m ya ride-or-die chick from high school,” she said, getting a smile out of him when he thought about how they had met.

  Her lips found his once more. This time her hands roamed his body and turned him on. At the same time, they undressed each other, with their clothes falling to the floor. He climbed on top of her and kissed her neck with passion. She stroked his erect dick with her hand, wanting it all in her tight body that had been deprived for over a year.

  “Be nice, okay? I haven’t had it in awhile,” she let out in a low sexual tone as she guided his long, thick stiffness into her warm, tight, wet body.

  “Mmmmmh!” she let out, embracing the feeling as he thrust into her tightness. “Mmmmmmh, mmmmmmh, mmmmmmmh.” Her moans picked up the more the sensation of pleasure streamed through her body. The sweet sweat of their bodies in the air stimulated their mood as he took each stroke deeper and deeper.

  “Aaaaaah, Tommy! Tommy, mmmmmmmh, mmmmmh!”

  Her moans became intense as the orgasmic sensation was stirring in her body, only making her wetter, hornier, and even more heated as the buildup of the pulsating feeling took over her body. She could feel herself about to cum with each stroke as he was going in and out, in and out, side to side, and deeper and harder.

  Her body was reaching its peak. Not having had sex for over a year made her orgasmic fire yearn to erupt from her body. She could not hold it back as her moans flowed from her mouth.

  “Ohhhh, Tommy! Ohhhh! Oh God! Mmmmmmmh, mm-mmmmmh, aaaah, aaah, aaaaaah, aaaaah!”

  The wave of surging sensation streamed through her body with every deep thrust of his hard, stiff thickness, making her body feel so much sensation. She squirted her love juices that she could no longer contain inside of her. Her moans were music to his ears as he picked up his pace, going faster and faster, deeper and deeper, and harder and harder. The action made him reach the peak as he bust inside her as his body tensed up with each stroke that released the wave of pleasure. With her lips to his neck, she embraced the orgasm she was feeling taking over her. Her heart and mind loved it all as memories of the good days came to her mind.

  “Mmmmh! Damn, you feel so good, Tommy. I really miss you, but I miss this dick, too.”

  “I can’t lie, Shari, you still got that good-good!” he said, still slow-stroking her soaking wet and warm pussy, wishing he could do this all day and night.

  Her lips now kissed on his body. She wanted more orgasms before the night was over.

  “You want to give it to me from the back like you used to?” she said while kissing his body and at the same time making her pussy squeeze his dick as she worked her hips in motion to get all of him.

  “Yeah, turn that fat ass over and I’ma do what I do. Make that ass clap!” he said, making her laugh as she looked over her shoulder back at him as he entered into her, slamming hard and making her ass clap against his flesh.

  “Give it to me! Mmmmmmh, mmmmmmh! Yes, right there, baby, mmmmmh!” she moaned as she felt the wave of pulsating sensation take over her body. At the same time, she backed her ass into his long, hard dick. “Aaaaah, aaaah, aaaah! Give it to me!” Shari yelled out as she let her inner sexual animal want more of his dick in every way, not knowing when she would get it again.

  “I’m cumming! Mmmmh, ooh God! Mmmmmmh, right there! Mmmmmmhh!”

  Her body could not stop cumming over and over. He, too, could feel himself cumming with each deep thrusting motion into her wet pussy.

  “Aaaaaah, yes! Aaaah, aaaaah, aaah!”

  “I like this wet pussy! Damn, you feel good!” he said while thrusting hard into her wet love spot before busting deep inside of her.

  His motion came to a slow halt before he pulled out and lay on his back beside her while laughing.

  “The kids are sound asleep in the other room. Remember when they ran in on us as we were in deep lovemaking? All our moaning and shit had woken them up, and Tyrese and little Tommy were asking you about what I was doing to you,” Tommy Guns said, reflecting back to a few years ago when life together as a family was memorable.

  “That was funny. My poor babies were scared,” she said while thinking back to that night. “They know better now.”

  She turned toward him and caressed his chest as they continued to talk about life now and the life they used to have together. Without question, Shari would ride for him, and he knew this. But he would need to get all the pieces in play with getting money, connecting with Tony, and rebuilding an empire in which he could make money while he was in another country.

  CHAPTER 7

  AT 7:00 A.M. the next morning in Harrisburg, the FBI agents were now aware that Shari had managed to slip past them. And to make matters worse, she did it with two agents tailing her. When Agent Johnson was made aware of what had taken place, he became enraged at his agents for losing this woman and her children.

  “How the hell did you men allow this woman and her two kids to disappear from your sights? Now no one can tell me where the hell she is! Without a doubt, she is with the one person we’re trying to take down!”

  “Sir, we sat on the house and her car all night until we decided to knock on the door looking for her. The owner of the house, Mrs. Anderson, claims she was sleeping when Shari left. She didn’t know her car was still in front of her house,” the agent tailing her admitted.

  “I want men searching all of her known hangouts, her workplace, and people she associates with there. Maybe they’ll know where she is!”

  As Agent Johnson continued speaking, his phone rang and got his attention. He picked up on the second ring, pausing his speech to his men.

  “Agent Johnson here.”

  “Johnson, Jack Ross here. I got some information leading to where one of our suspected fugitives is. I already connected with the FBI office close to our fugitive. They’ll go ahead and secure him and then get back to us with the updates.”

  “Sounds great, sir. I’ll be on standby waiting on your call,” he said, hanging up the phone and focusing back on addressing his men.

  ~ ~ ~

  By 8:00 a.m. in Cancun, Mexico, Ra Ra was lying in bed asleep with his Mexicanas who he had sex with the night before. Each one of them looked like exotic models and strippers. Each one appreciated their American balla who showed them a lot of love and money last night. He treated them like queens in every way, and their bodies embraced his and one another’s.

  Ra Ra was living the life in Mexico: enjoying the food, the women, the view, and the position of being a young boss.

  By 8:01 a.m. the FBI was now fully alerted to the fugitive’s position, so they were ready to move in to secure him and finally take him down.

  ~ ~ ~

  By 8:15 a.m., Tommy Guns, Shari, and the kids were getting ready to go to the park in Miami for the day. They were all in the elevator making their way down to the first floor. The kids were full of excitement and ready to have fun and get on roller coasters. The elevator chimed as they stopped on the first floor. They headed toward the exit ready to leave for the day.

  ~ ~ ~

  At 8:16 a.m., in Mexico, Ra Ra was awakened by a slamming door in the hotel hallway. At the same time, he became paranoid knowing he was on the run and the Feds would be looking for him. He jumped up from the bed with his heart pounding as he made his way over to the door. He knew the warrant for him was dead or alive, and he was not about to go out like that without killing a few Feds in the process. He looked back at the sexy-ass Mexicanas and thought about last night and how he would miss that good life if he got caught.

  ~ ~ ~

  By 8:17 a.m., Tommy and his family had made their way to the hotel exit. He instantly saw Miami-Dade parked by his stolen 760Li. Being paranoid and thinking that they were onto him, his hood instincts kicked in. He turned back around and made his way up to the receptionist desk, where a good-looking, golden-tanned blonde greeted him with a smile.


  “Excuse me, I would like to use the hotel’s limo service to take my family out today if that’s possible,” he asked, placing two $100 bills on the counter to avoid her attempting to give him an excuse about them being booked or too busy.

  “Thank you kindly, sir. Your car will be out front in just a second,” she informed him after running her fingers across the keyboard to see if a driver was available.

  She then picked up the phone and called the driver waiting out front. Tommy and his family stepped inside. The kids were happy and ready to go have some fun, while Shari felt good about last night’s good sex and today’s family time.

  As the limo drove past the 760Li BMW, Tommy could see the cop in his squad car with a blonde-haired chick’s head going up and down on him and sucking him off. Tommy started laughing because his paranoia made him think shit was about to hit the fan.

  “What’s so funny?” Shari asked.

  “The cop in the car beside my BMW was getting head, and I thought he was onto me,” he told her.

  She found it funny as she looked back to see what he was looking at.

  ~ ~ ~

  The FBI was filling the halls of the Cancun resort at 9:00 a.m. looking for Ray Smith a.k.a. Ra Ra. Ra Ra could now hear the commotion in the hallway, which made him curious to know what was going on out there.

  In that same split second, the Feds stormed the hotel room to which they had a key card. Their guns were aimed and ready to take him down. The man in the bed quickly jumped up and thought that he was being robbed as he put his hands up and had his eyes wide open. He was scared to die or be robbed. The agents immediately realized this fifty-year-old white male was not the Ray Smith for whom they were looking.

  Ra Ra was ten rooms down the hall looking out of his suite. He wanted to know what the noise and yelling were all about. Right then, his heart and mind started racing fast upon seeing the Feds in tackle gear come out of the suite down the hall. He quickly shut the door and ran back over to the bed to gather his things and bag of money. He got dressed and climbed down the balcony that led to the pool area. He did not give a fuck about the bitches in his bed with whom he had good sex. Their good looks were not worth him going to jail.