The Devil Wears Timbs 7: I Am my Sister's Keeper

By Tranay Adams

Sister and Brother, EUREKA and ANTON JACKSON are all each other have in this cruel cold world. With street smarts and a hustler’s ambition they manage to survive in the concrete jungle. With a willingness to do anything they have to in order to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table, they rob, steal and con to provide for themselves.

Given their current circumstances, things are bad, but they’re about to get a lot worse when Anton steals the tricked out truck of a local drug czar by the name KILO. The consequences for the youngster’s actions come back to haunt him and his sister with epic proportions.

Will Anton and Eureka survive the punishment that Kilo has in store for them? Or are their days of stealing over forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: May 26, 2022

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Table of Contents

The Devil Wears Timbs VII

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

THE BEGINNING

The Devil Wears Timbs VII

CHAPTER ONE

Giselle lay with her face down and her ass up in bed, with Malvo behind her, gripping her hips and hitting her from the back doggy style. His forehead as the rest of his body was beaded with sweat and shiny. He was rasping with each breath like he had asthma.

Unh, unh, unh, unh, unh, unh! Giselle faked her enjoying the sex, with pleasure written all over her face.

Unh huh, take this dick, take this mothafucking dick! That’s the spot, ain’t it? That’s the mothafucking spot?

Oh, yes, Big Daddy, that’s the spot! That’s the mothafucking spot! Giselle cried out, eyes rolled to the back of her head, displaying the whites of her eyeballs.

I’ma ‘bouta cum, so I want chu to turn around so I can bust all in yo mothafucking mouth! You hear me, huh? Malvo smacked her hard on her ass, leaving a red hand imprint behind.

Oh, yes, yes, yes! she whimpered.

Turn yo ass around! Malvo gave the command, pulled out and squeezed his dick to stop himself from shooting off. Once Giselle turned around, Malvo grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her head back. He then told her to open her mouth as he brought his dick towards her waiting tongue. Malvo released some of the pressure from his dick and he shot strings of his warm semen. Some of it got on Giselle’s face but the rest of it got inside of her mouth. Lemme see—lemme see you swallow that shit, baby. He rasped out of breath. Squeezing her eyelids shut so that she wouldn’t get any cum inside of her eyes, Giselle cupped the semen inside of her tongue and swallowed that shit like an Advil.

That’s a good, bitch. Malvo kissed her on the forehead and grabbed a washcloth from off the dresser, passing it to her. She took the washcloth and walked inside of the bathroom where she turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature to her liking. Giselle then wet the washcloth and used it to clean Malvo’s spunk from off her face. Afterwards, she brushed her teeth to get rid of the bitter taste of his nut.

Giselle gurgled and rinsed out her mouth with Scope mouthwash. She spat it inside of the sink and looked at her self, seeing that the heroin was taking its toll on her beautiful face and body. Tears filled up her eyes and obscured her reflection of herself before they came sliding down her cheeks. Her shoulders quivered and she broke down crying. She knew that it was her fault that she was strung out on heroin. If she wouldn’t have paid a hit-man to kill her husband, Bootsy, then she wouldn’t have felt guilty and tried to ease her pain with dope.

Giselle entered the park with her hands in the pockets of her jeans, looking about. Once she didn’t spot who she was looking for, she pulled her cell phone from her back pocket and sat down on the bench. She dialed the number of the cat that she was supposed to meet that night and discovered the line had been disconnected.

Fuck, this nigga ain’t here yet? She thought. She dialed the number again and got the same result. She tucked the cell into her pocket and surveyed her surroundings. The night was cold and still. There wasn’t a soul inside of the park besides her. She didn’t know why but she got this eerily feeling like she wasn’t alone and someone was watching her.

This mothafucka is probably a cop and done set my ass up. I’m getting the hell up outta here.

Flap! Flap! Flap!

A pigeon came flying by her head making noises and leaving feathers floating in the air. Giselle jumped up from where she was with her heart threatening to explode. She was just about to take off when she took note that it was a pigeon. A smile graced her face as she held her hand to her chest, feeling silly. She sat back down on the bench and leaned her head back, a smile curling her lips.

Ol’ scary ass bitch. She shook her head shamefully, making fun of herself.

There was a long pause of silence and then she heard a voice.

You’re late. A distorted voice rang out. She shot to her feet again. Her head snapped back and forth, trying to locate the source of the sound.

Who’s there? Where are you? She rattled off, eyes alive and ears alert.

We’ve spoken. Now have a seat.

Realizing it was the cat she had come to see, Giselle did her best to calm herself and sat back down on the bench. She took a couple deep breaths and tried to relax.

Jesus, you scared the shit outta me.

The voice’s cell phone rang and he answered. Yeah. Alright. Good.

Is everything okay? Giselle asked nervously.

My partner confirmed the drop. We’re good to go. Once I fulfill my end of the deal, you’ll give me the other half or I’ll give you an obituary. Do you understand?

Giselle robbed, cheated, stole, sold her body and got a loan from every friend and relative she could think of to put together the twenty-five grand she’d need to pay off the hit man to carry out her husband’s murder. It took her ten months but she’d finally gotten what she needed together. The way she saw things it was an investment that would net her more than enough capital to fund the lifestyle she was used to living.

Yes. She nodded, rising to her feet with her hands in her pockets. She tried to make out the man in the darkness but she couldn’t. He was draped in all black and hidden beneath the shade of a tree. All she could see was his floor length trench coat and Timberland boots. How long before it’s done?

A couple of days. I’ll notify you once everything has been taken care of.

Alright.

Coo! Coo! Coo!

Giselle looked to her rear and saw a quartet of pigeons. When she turned back around the man in the trench coat had vanished. Holding a hand above her brows, she peered all around and then up into the air. He’d vanished without a trace.

Coo! Coo! Coo!

The pigeons moved about making noises.

Two nights later

It was just after midnight when Bootsy got off of his twelve hour shift at the warehouse. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, he lit up a cigarette and waved goodbye to his coworkers before he fell in step toward the parking lot where his car was parked. Being it was Friday and the end of the work week, the fellas had decided to go out for a couple of cold ones at the bar up the block. They’d tried to get him to come along. He weighed it and the moment he did his aching back and feet made him reconsider. Bootsy took a rain check and decided to head home to a nice hot bath and a comfortable bed. Just thinking about his cozy mattress made him sleepy and brought a smile to his face. He imagined himself snuggled under those thick blankets with his head nestled against a fluffy pillow.

Man, I can’t wait to see my bed, he said aloud to no one in particular, taking a drag from his square and allowing the smoke to filter his lungs. Coming upon his Toyota Corolla, he switched hands with the cigarette and fished around inside of his pocket for his car keys. He unlocked the door and hopped in behind the wheel. He turned the key in the ignition and the dashboard lit but the engine didn’t start. Folds ran across his forehead as he wondered what the fuck was up. Aww, come on, not tonight. He turned the key twice more and nothing still didn’t happen. Oh, fuck you, fuck you! He hurled insults up at Lord Almighty as he stared up at the ceiling. He snatched the Joe out of his mouth and said, Haven’t I’ve gone through enough over the fucking years, huh? Gemme a break, will ya? He punched the ceiling once and tried to start the car again. Realizing she wasn’t going to crank up, he popped the hood and hopped out of the car. He pissed and moaned about all of his rotten luck and how his day had been dampened by bullshit as he stepped to the front of the car. He lifted the hood up and propped it up with the rod. Taking his square into his mouth, he pulled out his cell phone and used the blue glow its screen illuminated to see what was wrong with it internally. Once he couldn’t find anything wrong, he decided to shift a couple of wires around to see if that would get it running again.

You need any help? A masculine voice rang out of the night startling Bootsy.

Thunk! He threw his head up fast and it slammed against the hood. Wincing, he looked from where the voice came, rubbing the back of his head. Standing a couple of feet away was a man in a hoodie with dreadlocks spilling from out of it. He narrowed his eyes trying to get a good look at his face but the night partially hid it.

Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to startle you.

It’s alright. He made out the sky blue button down shirt he was wearing that had Pep Boys