An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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Syre was pleased when he finally heard from Scottie. They had found the person designated to crash that car into Sybil and Syre couldn't wait to get his hands on him.
Sybil was home no. With clear instructions from her doctor to take it easy. To Syre, that meant she needed to stay in bed and not lift a finger and he made sure of it.
ChiChi still rested in the hospital, but she was awake. At first, it seemed like she may have suffered some memory loss. Yet, as the days went by she started being able to answer certain questions a lot better.
It was a stroke a luck and honestly...just a miracle that they both were okay.
"Go head stupid." Scottie directed before he shoved the boy into a small room at the compound.
"Man, the fuck this about?" Xion fussed, turning around to face his "friends". They had plucked him out of the group, while everyone else discussed what would happen since Tarvis' father was dead, now that Scottie was in charge.
"Why you limping?" Yusef questioned him, noticing the way the boy walked. They already knew it was him after they asked around. Finally got an answer from someone else who was in on the scheme but denied Travis their help.
Xion scoffed. "I tripped." He lied, giving the two men a smirk.
"Try again." Scottie coached. "It'll be easier if you just tell the truth."
Sucking his teeth Xion rolled his eyes. "Y'all niggas acting weird man. Suspect as fuck, I been peeping y'all having side talks when nobody is around and when Travis find out, he gon drop both of you."
Feeling a cold steel behind his temple, Xion stopped talking and swallowed the lump in his throat.
"A dead nigga can't do shit to them." A deep and chilling voice that belonged to none other than Syre spoke out behind the boy. "Now tell 'em why you limping."
He swallowed down hard and cleared his throat. "What the fuck y'all on bruh—"
The safety clicked on the gun and Xion sighed. "I'll give you one more chance. I'm tryna be nice."
"Man...ease up. Shit, damn....Travis. He had me run some bitch off the road a couple weeks ago. I'm still sore from the shit, you happy?l
Scottie crossed his arms and looked at Xion. "Is there anybody else who helped or was in on it."
"Travis only put me on the crash job, ambush the chick, drive away. Ditch the car. That's it." He sighed. "Ion know about them other niggas."
"What other niggas?"
"Malik and Terrell. He had them doing something else round a hair salon.....why you niggas care so much anyway and who the fuck got this gun to my head?"
