The Book Of Syn (Newly Edited) ✔️

38- Offers

Chapter Thirty Eight

Zeno

Two weeks later

I felt betrayed by my own brother, a nigga I haven't seen in more than three years was fucking my ex girl. Someone who I thought was loyal but I thought wrong. Both of them could fucking rot in hell for all I fucking cared. All I knew was that I was going to do my own shit from now on.

After pouring the last drop of the honey on my backwoods blunt full of the grade A Girl Scout Cookies that I copped from my old cell mate back in jail who got the release, I sat back in the and lit it taking the deepest inhale.

The door then opened and Avant walked inside of the house, sporting a cane. He took a long look at me.

"Nigga what?" I asked and he sat in front of me with the most serious face as if it wasn't a fucking game but I knew Avant. He never passed up on good weed.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he questioned.

"Nothing man, just doing me. I just realized that people that I call family ain't family to me, they're traders." I explained and he scoffed. He got up, opening all the blinds making me cover my eyes.

"Get the fuck up and take a damn shower because it smells like good weed and elephant ass. Get your shit together man. Doing this dumb shit over your brother and some girl you messed with, tighten the fuck up." He yelled as he snatched the blunt and dropped it in my small glass of rum and coke. "You gonna be broke in less than thirty days if you keep this shit up.  You wanna be back in jail because you know damn well the government don't want you out here on this beach, especially Miami PD. So wassup? Get this money or die thinking about the shit that happened weeks ago?" Before I could say a word there was a knock and I looked at Avant. He walked over to the door and there she stood wearing a crop top, jeans and some Converses standing there.

"Hey Avant, is Zeno here?" I overheard and quickly wiped my face trying to hide the many bottles of Hennessey and Jack that decorated the table.

"Yeah come on," he answered.

"What you doing here? Realized that Game saw no interest or he just made you come here because he still wants me to apologize?" I asked.

"No and no. Game doesn't know that I came over here. I'm just asking for a favor." She asked I reached over for the bottle of honey Jack Daniels that had just enough for me to take a swig of.

"What makes you think that I would listen to the grimey bitch that left me for my brother, huh? Got me out here thinking that I had you to myself but you out here fucking my brother. Not even some rival nigga but my brother! Man take your offer and walk out the fucking door." I threatened. She stood her ground as I tried to take a sip but Avant grabbed the bottle and threw it across the room into a wall and shattered into complete pieces. It made me jump just a little but she stood her ground.

"Even though this punk nigga ain't listening, I am," Avant said turning to Syn.

"Basically Santana and Game are trying to take everything that Xavion ever touched, they are taking his throne. They have an idea but it won't work without you. I myself came out to talk to you while your brother refused to talk to you because of the way you put your hands on me earlier!" she snapped.

Avant squint his eyes. "You put your hands on a woman, Z?" She moved the hair from the side of her face showing the black and blue bruise that she sported on the right side making him fume. "Yo what the fuck is wrong with you man!" he questioned.

"Its fine it really is. I guess I deserved it." she said. "You don't have to do this for me or Game or even Santana but if you want to deal with Xavion once and for all join in because you already know he can't be stopped without y'all." She explained and walked out of the house. I was left with coming up with an answer.

Avant came over and sat next to me. He reached in his pocket, taking out a stack.

"This all I fucking got, one stack, one fucking stack! Xavion is worth millions. Enough millions to have us sitting on fucking Fisher Island enjoying fucking mojitos and shit man. We gonna have bitches on top of bitches like Nelly Tip Drill video," he joked and I just laughed looking at him.

"I don't know man." I answered. "Shit you better think. Millions of dollars with bitches and mojitos, but I got to go.  A nigga got a date with Whitney tonight." He explained and my smiled turned sour from just hearing him talk about relationships and shit.

"Alright man, I'll think about it. Go have fun," I gave him dap and he was quickly out of the house. I looked around at the bottles.

I needed to fix this shit up. This wasn't Zeno and this wasn't Mayhem. This was a whole new nigga, a nigga that I didn't want to be.