The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

Chapter 19: Protector

Chapter Nineteen

Zeno

Next day

I haven't really moved my place in the hospital. It wasn't my place to even leave Avant here by himself. Shit was just too hot at the moment. We had to lay low no matter what. Santana told me about how they left Mic's body hanging from a rope in front of his baby's mom's house and that immediately sent triggers all through my body. As much as I wanted to fuck this nigga Xavion up I had to calm down. We knew that the police was going to be behind us every step of the way, only because we were a drug related pack. Anything that transpired could land us with some heavy time in jail. I couldn't afford jail, especially after just getting out about a week ago. I knew that if Mic's body was a sign then Fredo's body was going to pop up somewhere. We didn't know when or how but we were going to have to keep our eyes open at all times.

"I need to get the fuck up out this damn hospital man," Avant complained as he struggled to sit up in the bed.

I got up and went over to help him up. "Man, I feel the same fucking way," I said. "Niggas out here ruthless as hell. I doubt you gonna heal in time. Shit might take three to six months before you heal fully. I can't have you trying to get up and start killing niggas when you can't even stand correctly or breathe right."

"The shit that I saw in there. I really thought it was going to be my last day living man." Avant looked down at his lap and sighed. Ever since the incident I never even asked him what happened because I knew he was traumatized by it. Seeing someone that he knew that practically was called family was killed in front of his eyes. Even though Avant had killed people and had no remorse about it, he had nightmares when it came to people that were so close to him. I barely said a word until he was ready. "Man they did Mic and Fredo almost how they did me. Before we even got close to the plane they were already standing there with guns in hand. So far shit was Gucci. Then before we could even smash and grab, Fredo was in a nigga ear yelling about the shit being a fucking set up. I'm trying to figure out what he talking about, but before he could even think of a word they shot that nigga clean in the chest. These niggas knew what was up to the point where Mic went out of character and they shot his ass too."

I was puzzled while I listened, trying to piece it all together. "How you made it then?" I asked.

He shook his head, clenching his hand into a fist. "Then fuck niggas said that it was going to be a message to you and Santana," he explained. "They told me to walk down that line and don't say shit. I went by them fuckers. They were holding all types of guns that meant I could've been killed instantly. That's why I got shot in the back. I was supposed to walk and get in the car alone."

This was my entire fault.

"They hung Mic's body in front of Santana's baby momma crib man," I said after hearing the news from Santana this morning.

"Fuck man, they really killed that nigga? I wonder how Game gonna feel about this. He went up with Mic and Santana."

My heart pounded in pain as I heard the name. "You could've been dead because of me man, fuck," I mumbled, putting my head down.

"Stop stressing this shit. I'm alive right? A nigga alive 'cause I was bitching out earlier about losing my life. Nigga, I'm in my prime. I can't lose my life. Not now." He joked and I laughed. This nigga was ridiculous. "But on some real shit, we have to take matters in y'all hands. If anything we have to protect our loved ones. I know you don't have much but—"

"No, I have Syn. If anything Santana and her brothers will keep her safe, but I'm going to make sure that Xavion doesn't even get close to her." I promised.

He nodded. "Same goes for Whitney. Protect her too. I can't do it 'cause a nigga is disabled and shit." He joked and I threw my head back and laughed. "Plus I know you want to get Syn some of that Mayhem dick!" He laughed and I looked at him with a serious face.

"Man don't start. I don't want you to bring that up with Syn before she start questioning who the hell Mayhem is like it's my pimp side or something," I said.

He chuckled. "I mean she shouldn't know that Mayhem is your crazy ass side, who blacks out and his eyes turns pitch black like some monster, and starts ripping anything in your path without remembering. Yeah, I won't tell her ass at all. At least he aint like Game."

I looked at him and took a deep breath, and he took his eyes to the TV. "Did you ever get the house for me?"

"Yeah, sitting in Pembroke Pines at Nest. Gated community. The keys are on mine, and it's the all black one."

I got up and walked over to his old pants and stuck my hand in his pockets, looking for my keys. I took them out and saw the black key and I took it off the key chain; shoved it into my pocket.

"Knock, knock." I looked over at the door to see Whitney and Syn walking in the room.

"Look who it is again. Missed a nigga already?" Avant asked and Whitney rolled her eyes before kissing him on the cheek.

She sat next to him, and I turned to Syn as she stood there smiling.

"I cooked breakfast this morning and decided to bring you some. I know you were starving here." Syn said, showing the bowl.

I smiled giving her a hug. "Thanks love. Do you want to help me out with something?" I asked.

She let go of me and raised her brow. "What's this something? It better not have anything dealing with evading the law," she complained.

I groaned. "If buying furniture for my house is evading the law, no one should buy a house," I joked.

She playfully pushed my shoulder, making me laugh, and turned away to head to the elevator.

"Let's go, I don't have long."

I had to protect her, no matter what.

I honestly thought I wasn't going to be able to update because wattpad wouldn't let me copy and paste on the app but I'm back!!!!! I will be updating another chapter today to make up for Monday so be on the lookout! Also please comment (I love thoughts on the story) share with friends and vote! - Camisha ❤️