The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

Chapter 14: The Steal

Chapter Fourteen

Zeno

As I sat back in the seat I sighed loudly, upset that I was missing all of the fucking action— shooting niggas that were associated with a nigga that got me locked up, and releasing anger on them. With anger built up inside my mind, body and soul I gripped my handgun I named Mayhem and took a deep breath to try and calm myself. I didn't, there would be a clean bullet hole in this dude's head before they even put him in the car.

I rubbed my temple and looked down at my phone to see a text from Syn.

What time you want me to be at the pier?

Ten sharp don't be late.

Never late.

I put my phone in my pocket and tapped the gun on my leg while looking out of the window to see if I saw Fredo, Avant or Mic.

"Man what's taking these niggas so long?" Santana asked from the front seat, tapping on the wheel repeatedly.

I knew it should've been me and Santana handling that damn business, but somehow Mic didn't want us to be seen. Fuck that. The plan was to be seen so that this nigga could send a message to Xavion. I knew that Trina's crazy ass quickly ran to him and that his crew was already patrolling the streets to look for my head. It was that simple. As much as I wanted to get up and go and kill Xavion to stop all this dumb ass drama, it would affect a lot of problems. I would keep cool but if this took any longer I wasn't going to like it.

"This is bullshit man," I complained. "We could've been had this shit done."

An hour passed and no one came. We were supposed to have a phone call if anything happened or if they were coming but there was nothing. It was already 9:45 and I needed to meet up with Syn or shit was going to be real bad. We waited even longer and another hour passed; inching us closer to 11.

"Mic know what we capable of, so he sat us in this damn car to wait," he said.

I shook my head and looked out of the window. There was a small light heading our way. Taking a closer look, I was trying to figure out what or who it was. "Ay San, you see that light?" I asked, tapping the window.

Santana peeked out and a figure was slowly walking up the aisle. I cocked my gun at it and held it tightly. The figure was a body and the closer it got to the car we found that it was Avant. We both got out of the car, immediately.

"Yo', what the fuck?" I asked him. "I almost thought that you was some fucking crazy ass person man." He stared at me blankly as if he saw some ghost, which really had me questioning what the hell was going on. "A, where the fuck's Fredo and Mic, man?" I questioned.

Avant choked and tears flowed down his cheeks. "Man, they dead," he answered and showed his hands wet. We knew that it couldn't have been water. It was more like blood.

"The fuck you mean they dead?" I questioned, stepping closer to him. "What happened in there Avant?"

"No!" he yelled and all I heard was a gunshot. He screamed in pain and collapsed just in time for me to catch him. What the fuck was going on? I looked around the lot to see if anybody was there but it was empty.

"Man we got to go! His niggas out here, let's go," he stammered in between words.

I put his arm around me to help him up and into the car.