The Devil Wears Timbs 3 by Tranay Adams

Author:Tranay Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PublishDrive

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Two bright shining orbs moved hastily through the darkness heading for the entrance of the mansion. Boom! The vehicle plowed through the gates. The guards quickly formed a half circle before the flying vehicle. They pointed their M-16 rifles, closed one eye and caressed the trigger at the exact same time. The weapons bucked and vibrated in their hands spitting hot embers. Bullets chewed up the car, shattered the windshield, and burst the radiator. The car kept coming, with its music playing loud, it raged forward. It absorbed shot after shot until its tires were blown out and it slowed to a crawl, eventually stopping. The guards moved in slowly with their assault rifles pointed. If something jumped out of the vehicle alive, then they were going to make it dead.

The first guard approached the vehicle cautiously peering inside through the front passenger side window. He saw a bowie knife pinning the gas pedal to the floor. He listened to the busted radiator as well as Notorious B.I.G’s Come On, which was playing inside…

Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht/ The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks/ Haa! That’s how I got the weed spot/ I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the land spread/ Lil’ Gotti got the shotty to your body/ So don’t resist, or you might miss Christmas/ I tote guns, I make number runs/ I give emcees the runs dripping

The rest of the guards surrounded the vehicle as the guard reached for the door handle. As soon as the door cracked open, the loud music infected the air, blaring loud and clear. He pulled the door open further and there was a Ding, his brow furrowed. He looked at the floor and saw a black device with red digital numbers on its screen. Two seconds were left on it.

I slay from far away/ Everybody hit the D-E-C-K

His eyes grew big and his mouth went to scream, but before the sound could escape the booby trapped car exploded. Kaboom! Severed arms, legs, backs and feet still inside of their shoes went high into the sky. The loose body parts came raining back down to the lawn along with crimson droplets, painting the rich green grass a different color.

Six more guards spilled out of the mansion with M-16s and itchy trigger fingers. Their faces were twisted as well as their lips. They were on some kill or be killed shit. Their eyes were so focused on the raging fire they didn’t noticed Anton speed in. He balanced himself on the motorcycle, both arms erect, clutching the twin chrome handguns and letting them bitches go simultaneously.

Choot! Choot! Choot! Choot!!

“Gaaa!” “Ahhh!” “Gahhh!” “Arghhh!”

Embers ripped through the guards’ chests, cheekbones and foreheads. Their faces displayed the agony they felt as their blood misted the air. The motorcycle played the same music that was playing inside of the car that exploded

Come on mothafucka, come on (mothafucka)/ Come on mothafucka, come on (mothafucka)/

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