All Eyes on Gunz 4

by Warren Holloway

  “Damn, OG! This is some mafia movie shit!” Tre said before getting back to business. “I still got yo’ bread, too! I wasn’t giving it to that nigga Tony.”

  “Good looking, my nigga. Get it to me when you can. I got plans for us. Right now I need you and your team to rock out with me on something out West, but they have to be on point to make this shit go right.”

  “Just let me know what it is, and I’ll put them on to it.”

  “The people I just told you about may have a change of plans for me, so I want to make sure I stick around, ya feel me?”

  “I’m with you, OG, and my team is with me. So we got ya!”

  “Don’t worry about guns; I got all that in check already.”

  “Fo’ you, my nigga, we ready now. It’s good to see you breathing; and now that you’re back, we going to get it done. After we take care of this shit, we’ll take a much-needed vacation.”

  Tommy laughed when thinking to himself that would be a good idea.

  “Let’s go to my crib so I can show you how I stepped it up. Yo, Raven, we riding out, mami,” he said while stepping into his BMW.

  Tommy followed behind them in his whip and drove off. As they were driving through the projects, they saw a fiend snatching a young nigga’s work and then taking off running until he was gunned down. Tommy was tripping seeing that these little niggas were holding it down just as Tre would have if he was running around himself.

  CHAPTER 6

  BACK UP IN North Carolina, Pistol, Nino, Dollar, and L-Geez were all at the stash house counting all of the money they would take out West to secure the shipment of more cocaine.

  “I got to get Ramon 1.8. I’ll grab two hundred, and he’ll throw two hundred on top. This will allow us to expand more.”

  “I’m all about expansion, Nino,” Dollar said.

  “Plus, the more money means even more of the latest guns,” Pistol said, getting excited just thinking about the shit.

  “We just have to make sure we move everything we get from this nigga with no excuses. Because we don’t want to go to war with this nigga,” Nino said.

  “Fuck that nigga! We got guns, and he bleeds like we do,” Pistol said, feeling himself a little too much and not knowing what he was going up against with Ramon.

  “We got a good thing going, Pistol, and I’m not going to fuck this up.” Nino raised his voice a little, which alerted his pit bulls, Donte and Vicious, as they ran into the room from the kitchen over to Nino.

  “See, Pistol, you got Nino’s dogs up in here thinking it’s beef and they’re ready to eat yo ass,” Dollar said.

  The pit bulls were by his side and were ready to attack on his command, even though everything was good. Once the dogs heard his voice, they appeared on command. The doorbell and a knock at the door shifted their attention.

  “Any of y’all niqgas expecting anybody?”

  “Nah, folk,” L-Geez responded.

  “I got it,” Dollar responded, grabbing his fully-modified Tek-9mm with thirty-two in the clip and one in the chamber. He switched it to auto, which would allow him to spray everything in his way. “Who is it?” he questioned.

  “Somebody crashed into the back of that white Hummer and then kept going,” a female voice said.

  Dollar opened the door and saw a thick brown-skinned shawty standing there looking good.

  “Hold on, shawty. Yo, Nino! Baby girl here says someone ran into yo’ truck.”

  “What? Somebody hit my shit?” he yelled as he jumped up and made his way to the front door.

  He couldn’t see any damage to the back of the truck, so he walked over to the truck to get a closer lock. Nothing. In fact, there was no damage to any part of the truck. What the fuck was this bitch on, or was he becoming paranoid? As these thoughts came to him, it happened.

  “This is a stickup, nigga! We here for da paper,” a nigga said, accompanied by his homeboy, with both of them pointing their guns at Nino.

  He instantly was pissed thinking about how he was going to kill the bitch that said his truck was hit. They brought Nino around to the townhouse in view of Dollar.

  Dollar immediately reacted and pulled out his classic .44 Super Blackhawk single-chamber reaction. He cocked the hammer back and fired a powerful and thunderous slug at the bitch that set the shit up. The slug hit her bicep and tore her arm in half, severing it from the bone and flesh. The second slug entered her back and punctured her lung on impact, forcing her to struggle to breathe as she fell to the ground looking over at the niggas that influenced her to help them. Dollar then shifted his weapon on the two niggas that had their guns on Nino.

  “Y’all nigga done fucked up!” he snapped.

  The sound of gunfire was followed by Dollar’s loud voice that alerted Pistol, L-Geez, Donte, and Vicious.

  The two pit bulls came out fast and unexpectedly toward the two robbers who had their guns on Nino. With no command, the dogs attacked when they saw that their owner was in distress. Both of the would-be robbers never saw this coming as the pit bulls locked on them. In the same instance, Nino turned as they shifted their attention to the dogs. He pulled out his Glock 40 and dumped rounds on the niggas, silencing them from all the screaming they were doing from the dogs that were locked onto them and shaking them violently.

  “Pistol! L-Geez! Grab the money!”

  Nino and Dollar dragged the nigqas and bitch in between two cars.

  “Nino, this bitch really tried to set us up!” Dollar said.

  “We’re changing the game, so we must change with the game. This spot is dead to us now.”

  L-Geez and Pistol came out of the house with the money. They were both breathing heavily.

  “Yo, we got the paper. Y’all ready to get outta here, or what?” L-Geez said, knowing they could not stay any longer.

  “Put the money in my truck. We’re flying out today to meet the homie out West. Meet me at the airport within the hour. I’ll hit him up to let him know I’m coming that way,” he said.

  He then left the area, but first he dropped off the dogs at another one of his nice cribs. He also left them water and food, which would last them a few days, even though he knew he would not be gone that long. As he exited the crib and headed to the airport, he took notice of two white males watching him.

  The first thought that came to his mind was if the niggas were Feds, but he kept it moving. He wanted to head out West to give Ramon his bread, so the Feds would be the least of his worries. He jumped into his truck and drove past the car with the men in it that looked out of place. Once he arrived at the airport, he put his squad onto what he had seen and thought about them.

  “Yo, I think them boys was in front of my spot. So whatever y’all do, be on point and be even more aware of who we bring into our circle,” Nino said.

  Not realizing the amount of product they moved nor the rate at which they moved it, the Feds were bound to come if there was someone in their circle of whom they were unaware.

  ~ ~ ~

  Five hours later, Nino and his team landed in LA and called up Ramon to let him know that they had landed. Ramon sent a text with the location of one of the many movie theaters that he owned throughout the state.

  Nino and his team made their way to the theater. As soon as they got there, he could see Ramon’s men outside standing guard. He exited the rental and made his way up to the door with his crew.

  “Nino, follow me,” the big goon said.

  They entered the theater, which boasted a total of eight individual theaters inside. The security took Nino and his team into a theater, where Ramon sat in the middle by himself watching King of New York starring Christopher Walken. Ramon did not even turn around because he knew that it was Nino and his team arriving. He waved them down to where he was sitting. Nino sat at his side while the others sat behind him and Ramon.

  Ramon was enjoying the movie as well as the sweet butter popcorn.

  “Hermano, you have my money?”

  “Here’s 1.8,
plus I’m trying to get a little more this time with my own money. I would like a better number, too.”

  Ramon remained watching the movie while still listening to Nino.

  “You know what I like about this movie, hermano? He takes what he wants and builds his empire and legacy on the way to the top. I see you come to negotiate in order to build your empire,” Ramon said while eating his popcorn and still watching the movie. “Twelve even is your new number. No negotiating so don’t ask. With this product I have now, one snort will numb your whole fucking body. You can cut this shit three times and still have grade-A shit.”

  Nino never checked how raw the cocaine was. All he knew was that people wanted more of it, and his clientele wanted it as fast as he could get it.

  “I don’t cut the product. I prefer to give it to them as it comes, in order to keep them coming back for more. That means more money for you and me.”

  “I like the sound of that, hermano,” he said, taking a sip of his Coca-Cola on ice. “You have my money with you in the car out front, I assume?” Ramon questioned, finally looking at him.

  “Yeah, there’s a total of 4.2 and change. Pistol! L-Geez! Go secure the bags.”

  They both got up and made their way out. Ramon signaled his team to follow.

  “It must be nice to have your own theater to watch your favorite movies in.”

  “I have close to twenty throughout the state, but I like to come to this one for business and peace of mind.”

  “Maybe one day I will go into the theater business with you on the East Coast, and you could check me out sometime and watch Scarface or the Godfather.”

  “I like your drive, hermano. We see money the same, unlike some people who settle for less like cars and jewelry. That shit don’t mean anything in the long run.”

  Ramon’s team came back in with L-Geez and Pistol.

  “Oye viejo, elles tienes chabos,” the goon said.

  Ramon appreciated the sound of money being made and secured while enjoying his favorite movie.

  “Nino, I’m going to give you three hundred on top of what you bought so you don’t have to make too many trips. But never forget how I feel about my money.”

  “We feel the same, so you’ll always have yours first. I’ll call you in a few days,” he said, before turning to his team. “We out!”

  “Nino, sit down, amigo! The movie is still on; besides, this is the best part.”

  Nino sat back down along with his crew. At the same time, Ramon’s staff brought each of them popcorn, nachos, and mixed drinks to their liking.

  “Nino, tonight I want to show you and your crew my appreciation by inviting you to one of my clubs, so get some new clothes, because we’re going to have a good time. Check into a hotel, send me your location, and I’ll have cars come pick you all up.”

  “I’m going to get a suite at the Crown Plaza, after I take my crew shopping for tonight’s fun.”

  Nino’s team couldn’t believe how this nigga Ramon had his own theater. To them, that was next-level getting-money.

  CHAPTER 7

  THE NIGHT CAME quickly, and the city of Los Angeles came alive with the nightlife. Models, celebrities, athletes, and ballas all came out to enjoy their wealth. Among these elites, Nino and his team pulled up to the club in the S600 Mercedes Benz limo that Ramon sent to pick them up. They all stepped out wearing the latest fashions from YSL to Tom Ford, watches from Movado to Breitling, and diamonds on their necks, wrists, and studded earrings. They definitely looked the part of new-money millionaires. Ramon also came through in the custom-painted black pearl Rolls Royce Phantom, along with his goons rolling behind him in three separate black Range Rover Sports.

  Nino and his team stood by outside of the limo waiting on Ramon to exit like a boss, with his team exiting their trucks first. Then he stepped out looking dapper in a gray silk Armani suit tailored to perfection.

  “Welcome to Club Mint, gentlemen. Tonight, is on me—drinks, food, fun, and women,” Ramon said as he led the way into the club.

  Nino’s crew was instantly impressed by the layout of the club with $100s, $50s, and $20s in the illuminated mint-green floor, walls, bar countertops, and tables throughout the club.

  “Ramon, you used real bills for all of this?”

  “Of course, after you have so much money, it all becomes paper. So I took $1 million in cash and had the contractors laminate it into the floors as well as into the walls and around the bars. The VIP section has all $100s with mint-green lighting to give the club a feel of opulence to inspire all of my customers. Everyone that comes in here can afford to be around this money, and it doesn’t faze them because they have wealth or are working their way up to it. Besides, if anyone did try to steal it, my cameras or security would catch them. They wouldn’t even have a chance to buy a drink with the money.”

  “This is the best-looking club I’ve ever been to,” Pistol said.

  “I know. I say that every time I come in here,” Ramon responded, being confident and humorous at the same time.

  Ramon gestured to his staff as his sexy bartenders walked over to serve him and his guests. All the women that worked there looked like they had just stepped out of a photo shoot. They all had to look the part for the celebrity clientele.

  “Yo, Nino, look over there! There’s the two model shawties, Gigi and Bella Hadid,” Dollar said, a little star struck.

  “They’re regulars here, amongst others who come to enjoy themselves and their wealth!” Ramon said.

  Nino gestured to his homie to calm down and not get so excited, because they, too, were in a different league minus the fame. So now they had to start embracing the new environment that Ramon had them in, because this was everyday life out in LA.

  The night went on as they partied Ramon’s way with women, food, and drinks. They were living the good life, meeting and greeting Ramon’s famous friends: players from the Lakers and 49ers, models, movie stars, and more. Nino and his team embraced this new life, each appreciating seeing all of the famous people, especially the model sisters. They took selfies on their phones, which was certainly something these niggas did not do in the hood because of the life they were living. Lebron even came through and made an appearance with his entourage.

  After the night came to an end, they all made their way back outside and waited for their cars to be brought to them. Ramon’s men stood around securing him as he waited on his guests to leave first. At the same time, he made sure the celebrities and social elites made it out safely.

  When two white girls started fighting because they were drunk, Ramon looked on at his security and nodded to them to break it up. As they went to part the two women, an Italian Mafioso-looking muthafucka came out of nowhere.

  “Don’t fucking touch my lady, or we’re going to have some problems here!” the Italian man threatened.

  Ramon looked on at his men and prepared to say something to the Italian punk, after feeling disrespected by him. However, Dollar, Pistol, and L-Geez pulled out their weapons and aimed them in the guy’s face as well as the faces of the two guys he was with who stepped up like they wanted beef. The Italian man snapped with arrogance.

  “Do you know who the fuck I am? I’m Joey Catillino, a fucking made man! I’ll have all you mulis and spics dealt with!”

  Ramon didn’t take too much to this small-time Mafioso. He displayed his distaste calmly and responded completely in control of the situation.

  “Personally, cabron, I don’t give a fuck who you are or what Mafia family you represent, because I’ll wipe all of you goombatas out. What I do have a problem with is you disrespecting my guests, my club, and me.”

  “What? Are you fucking kidding me? You got a little money so you think you’re somebody? I know you better tell those niggas to get their guns out of my face!”

  Pistol snapped and took his gun and cracked the mobster over the head and across the face. The man staggered backward in a daze while at the same time his face stung from the brute f
orce. Joey fell back and reached for his face after feeling the warm blood coming down the side from the cut over his eye. He tried to reach for the gun on his waist until Pistol stopped him in his tracks, jamming his gun in his face with his finger on the trigger.

  “Who the fuck you calling a nigga, you bitch-ass muthafucka!” Pistol yelled.

  “You’re a dead nigga for pistol whipping me! You kill me, and you’ll be floating in the ocean as shark food!”

  Pistol was tired of holding back. He normally would have killed this piece of shit for his disrespect. Instead, he placed the gun to his stomach and was going to fire off a round while looking into Joey’s eyes, so he knew he was not the only killa.

  “No!” Ramon yelled out, stopping Pistol from killing the scum. “My men will deal with him, his crew, and these trouble-making bitches,” Ramon said.

  His men would take care of Joey and his crew as they led them away from the club. Ramon then leaned over to his security closest to him.

  “Make sure they’re never found.”

  Ramon’s security already knew what that meant. He wanted them all dead, even the drunk chicks who were fighting. They would never be found. Ramon knew a crematorium that knew how to burn bodies to make them completely disappear.

  “Nino, I like the way your crew moves. The young one is also a good asset for you. I can see we will have a bright future with your loyalty and crew. Call me in a few days to confirm your shipment.”

  “I enjoyed myself tonight, minus this knucklehead and his friends. The women out here are special and exotic looking. I can’t wait to come back this way,” Nino said as he walked toward the limo with his team.

  They all headed back to the hotel to rest for the night before they flew back East the next morning.

  CHAPTER 8

  AT NOON THE next day in LA, Tommy Guns made a call to Ramon as planned to make him aware that he was in the city.