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surrounding him while huge crowds gathered around drinking and having a good time.
    “For someone beefing with a muthafucker, homeboy hanging the fuck out, ain’t he?” Tony T said. He moved beside Dante on his left side and handed his boy a bottle of Corona while also staring at the V.I.P. area.
    “Naw!” Dante replied, as he took the bottle from Tony T. “Dude on point. He got six niggas with bangers up in V.I.P. with ‘em, and I see three of his boys posted at the stairs while he up there. Homeboy at the door one of his, too.”
    “You mean the dude who stopped you about the Black?”
    “Yeah! I saw him with Victor once before.”
    “So what’s the plan on getting up there with this clown?” Dre yelled over the D.J., who was giving shout-outs to the birthday boy. Spotlights lit up the V.I.P. section.
    Not answering Dre directly back, Dante took a sip of Corona and simply stared towards the V.I.P. section.
    * * *
    Dominic’s chauffeur-driven pearl-white Bentley Continental GT pulled up in front of Club Royalty behind the Range Rover that had seven of his men inside. Another Range Rover followed behind. He stared angrily through his window as his driver followed the lead Range Rover through the parking lot of Club Royalty, seeing people quickly rush to get out of the way.
    The Bentley stopped at the front of the club’s entrance, as Dominic’s men rushed out of both Range Rovers. Dominic waited until his armed driver opened his door for him. He climbed out of the Bentley as his head-of-security stepped up to meet him.
    “Everyone’s ready, sir,” Carlos told his boss.
    Nodding his head in response, while watching his men push through the crowd, Dominic spoke up saying, “Let’s get this handled, Carlos.”
    * * *
    “What’s going on, Dre?” Tony T asked, watching Victor and his team rushing down the stairs from the V.I.P. area.
    Noticing the same thing that Tony T was seeing, Dante looked over from Victor and his crew to the doors of the club’s entrance, instantly recognizing the Dominican drug lord and the team he had with him as they rushed into the club.
    “Shit about to get real as fuck up in this shit, fam!” Dre said, as he too stood watching the scene unfold.
    As they were watching both crews meet head up, Dante came up with a plan. “Follow my lead, fellas! We about to make some shit happen.”
    * * *
    “You must really be a stupid muthafucker coming up in here like you ready for war,” Victor told Dominic, smirking at the Dominican.
    “I’m glad to see this is a funny matter to you, Victor,” Dominic replied, before adding, “The problem here though is that only one of us will leave this club tonight.”
    “You’re right!” Victor said, smiling, just as a gun was placed up to the side of Dominic’s head.
    Dominic’s security realized what was happening, so they pulled out their guns and turned towards their boss. Victor opened his mouth to say something when the bodyguard on his right went down, followed by the bodyguard on his left. He then felt a gun against the side of his head.
    “Tell your man to put the gun down and then walk over this way,” Dante told Victor as he held homeboy at gunpoint.
    “You must not know who . . .”
    Dante smashed the handle of his banger across the side of Victor’s head. When Victor staggered to his left from the blow, Dante said again, “Tell ya men to put down their guns and walk this way.”
    Blinking his eyes to get his vision back after being hit across the head, Victor opened his mouth to say something to the gunman, only to feel the gun pressed harder against his head. He thought better of his decision and did what was told of him.
    From the front door, Dante watched homeboy drop his gun from Dominic’s head and lay the banger onto the ground. He waited until homeboy walked over and then released Victor, whispering, “This ain’t finished between us.”
    Dre and Tony T followed Dante as they walked away from Victor and his team,