Bury Me a G 3 by Tranay Adams

Author:Tranay Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tranay Adams
Published: 2018-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Don Juan rode in the back of a limousine with Lil’ Stan and his baby boy. He picked up a glass and dropped several cubes of ice into it. After picking up a bottle of Louie XIII and filling the glass, he sat the bottle aside and tilted the glass to his lips.

“You still haven’t heard from that nigga Juvie?” Don Juan asked Lil’ Stan.

“Hell naw, I’ve been blowing that fool up. He still hasn’t hit me back.” He frowned as a thought crossed his mind. “You think that nigga Tiaz caught up with ‘em?”

Urrrrrrrk! Craaashh! The impact of the crash caused the Trap God to spill the liquor into his lap, making him glad to be wearing black.

“What the fuck?” He looked down at the water mark on the crotch of his slacks. He sat up where he was perched and Lil’ Stan did, too.

“Hell was that?” Lil’ Stan frowned.

“I don’t know, I’ma see.” He descended the black tinted window and stuck his head out. He gasped when he saw a masked man who he knew in his heart was Tiaz jumping out of a truck with an M-16. He didn’t even turn his head as rounded the hearse holding his weapon with both hands, hugging the trigger. His assault rifle bucked wildly chewing up the windshield, cracking up all of its glass. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind that the driver of the hearse was dead.

What Don Juan saw next surprised him. Tiaz opened fire on the side of the windshield where the chauffer of the limousine was, but luckily for him the vehicle was bulletproof, because all of the shots deflected off of it. The rush of gunfire startled everyone, but what came next came as a surprise.

Boof! Boof!

The front of the limousine tilted forward as the front tires were burst from beneath it.

“It’s him, it’s Tiaz!” Don Juan blurted, pulling his head back inside of the limo.

“Oh shit!” Lil’ Stan watched him grab a gun out of a hidden compartment inside of the limousine. He checked its magazine and slapped it into the chamber of that bitch.

“Tell the wolves to tool up!”

“Right.” Lil’ Stan pulled a burnout cellular from his suit’s jacket and speed dialed someone. “Y’all niggaz banger up, it’s on!” Was all he said before flipping the cell phone shut.

“Watch my son, you guard my seed with cho life.” He stared into his little homie’s eyes, all glassy and serious. “You hear me, lil’ nigga?” The Trap God inquired, hating himself for being so in his grief that he let his guard down. He wasn’t so much afraid for his own safety, but for the safety of his child.

“I got chu, Don. Ain’t shit gon’ happen to lil’ man that don’t happen to me first.”

Don Juan gave a nod and threw open the door of the limo, leaping head first into the action.

***

Tiaz glanced at Bianca. She was wearing the same look of determination and vengeance as he was. He cracked a slight grin.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.