The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

24: The Devil Is A Lie

Chapter Twenty Four

Zeno

Next day

A lot was on my mind after yesterday. Just hearing the fact that Game was looking for me made me think about everything that me and him had done as teens to now grown men. Me and him did everything together. Believe it or not Xavion was scared of us together because he knew what we were capable of. It just turned sour after Game took the lifestyle too damn far and started wasting money like water. He started acting like he was Money Team or something. What Game didn't know was that this money wasn't fucking promised. After Mic and Santana started stressing me about his problem I had no choice but to tell him about it. He wanted to make it look like I was the fucking problem. All it took was one thing for him to send me over the edge. Game knew my pressure point and always bringing up how I murdered my mom's pimp, who was also my father set it off for me. Game and I got into a physical fight and ever since then we barely talked. The fact that he was coming around now wouldn't change anything.

I had to clear my mind and think about other things than my brother.

I sat up straight and walked to the kitchen taking a deep breath. I saw Syn winding her hips as she stood behind the stove that was full of pots and pans singing Say My Name by Destiny's Child. I just stood in the door frame looking at her.

"When no one is around you, say baby I love you," she sang. I snuck up behind her wrapping my arms around her and kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear. She turned around looking lost as hell.

"What?"

"No one is around, so..." she smiled and put her head back then hit me on the chest. Syn may have been a girl but I know having  six brothers made her tough because I coughed a little from the punch that she delivered.

"Almost had me thinking that you was serious," she said trying to reach over for a plate.

In all honesty Syn was different than most women that I have been around, fucked or dated so I wouldn't be lying if I said that I loved her. But her being a woman, I knew that barely a month and saying I love you was just a little too much for her. I was for sure feeling her in a way that it was close to love but not really.

"So what you cooking in my kitchen, miss lady?" I asked. She turned around taking a deep breath and smiled.

"Some barbeque chicken, mashed potatoes, collard greens and cornbread." She said making a plate and putting it in front of me. If there was one thing that I was thinking about these past few weeks besides revenge, it was a home cooked meal made by a beautiful woman in my kitchen.

"Damn girl you trying to get a nigga fat or something?" I asked. She burst out laughing.

"No, it just been a while since I have cooked, you know since Tokyo came around. Its jungle juice,"

I raised my brow. Five years and they was thinking of shit that sounded like poison.

I looked in the cup and saw pieces of fruit and a green liquid. I looked dead at her.

"You trying to poison a nigga? The shit is green."

She burst out laughing, took a cup and sat next to me, "I see you still have your prison tendencies," she poured some of my drink into her cup and looked at me.

"What you mean prison tendencies? I could drink this without being suspicious," I growled and grabbed the cup, taking gulps. She dropped her head down and like her I wanted to do the same. This drink was spiked with all type of liquors unimaginable, no wonder it was called jungle juice.