The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

22- Not A Game

Chapter Twenty Two

Game

After driving off of the funeral home, I followed that damn Range Rover with my life just to figure out who it was but came up short. It turned on North Miami Ave. and knowing that intersection, I wasn't going to catch up without smashing into a damn bus. I always told Zeno to keep himself out of this game because it wasn't something that he wanted to do with his life.

As I drove down the street I looked at the bullet that lodged in my caramel skin in between the tattoo of my mother.The bullet just sat right between her eyes which set off this alarm. I reached over letting my knees do the driving and opened the glove department taking out a knife and gauze. I quickly jammed it in my wound and popped out the bullet making me slowly swerve off the road for a second but I got back on. I wrapped the gauze around my wound and took a deep breath looking at the tattoo. If it wasn't for this lady, me and Zeno wouldn't even know what life was all about.

My mom tried to give the best for me and Zeno even if she was a hoe. She tried to give us everything. It was only me and Zeno, who I was older than by two years. I never knew my father but Zeno's was the man that beat on my mom daily and told her the most cruel things. His name was Nutty. My mom stuck to him like glue despite the fact that he didn't want nothing to do with Zeno. He always felt like he should have been aborted but if there was one thing I couldn't let Nutty do was try to kill Zeno.

When I turned ten and Zeno was eight, Nutty yet again tried to kill Zeno but my mom intervened, sacrificing herself for Zeno. The last thing that I heard from her mouth as her blood soaked through my clothes was, "You killed me in front of my sons?" Before I could even turn around Zeno had a screwdriver lodged in between Nutty's eyes. That's where Mayhem came from, the murder of our mother.

We both steered the same path of drug dealing. Funny thing about it was that I knew Mic. I spent all my years with Mic and we had not only a business together but a brotherly bond. When I heard of his passing, I knew that it was the constant beef with Xavier. Just dealing with the constant beef and not getting money made me want to go for myself.  Zeno really felt some type of way to see his older brother venture off. I haven't heard from him in almost six years because of it. He always refused to let me see him in jail.  I always told myself that I am my brother's keeper so I had to protect him even at this time. The older we got the more the beef became a reason to have so many people killed. As much as I was into killing people, someone came into my life which made me just stop.

As I pulled into the Center Court Apartments I found a reason to not be here anymore. I just hated being in this place because every time I saw this woman I wanted to smack her senseless but I always maintained myself.

As I got out of my Charger the hood niggas looked at me and tried to figure out what type of nigga I was, as always. They were always going to get a dead end answer. I walked down the walkway in my white wife beater and white jeans and matching white Stacy Adams shoes to match, just for Mic's funeral. Even though it ended in a blood bath, I still came out clean.

I knocked on the door and already could hear arguments on full mode blasting through the windows. I  banged on the door and it suddenly got quiet.

"Damn, I'm coming!" she yelled. I took a deep breath and held my hand up on the wall. The door just flew open and behold there was Teresa, my baby momma.

If there was something in life that I could take back it would be fucking this bitch Teresa. If I hadn't of fell for the fat ass, dark perfect skin and nice eyes, I wouldn't have been in this situation with this crazy ass bitch. She may have looked like a model who belonged in magazines but this crazy bitch lived with her mom. She always complained about shit that she aint gonna do. All she cared about was men and how the attention went to her and money she made stripping. Anything else, she didn't care about.