Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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"Zion?" Byron asked again.

He looked totally clueless.

I went on to explain it how Sampson's mother had explained to me. I

told them how Sampson really had two identical brothers. I told them how

my confusion surrounding Holden's death was really because Zion had taken

Holden's identity. Zion watched me as I explained. In the end he was

smiling.

"You should apply for a job at the Daily Planet," Zion joked as I

finished revealing so many facts to Byron and T-Boy.

T-Boy looked around for a moment. He had this offended look on his

face like someone had just told him something bad. I didn't expect him to

react like that, but 'oh well' if he did.

"Wow you own a business?" Byron asked, seeming floored by the fact

just like I once was.

"Right, I see myself as more of a figure-head of the business," Zion

explained.

He leaned back a little and struck this pose as though someone was

supposed to bow down and worship him. I laughed a little because it was

kind of comedic, even though that wasn't what he was probably going for.

"Um " I said, "By the way, what the fuck are you bothering us for?"

He was leaning up against the cabinets as though he ran the place.

When I asked the question, he seemed like he was surprised by something.

He stood erect. He'd never met someone like me. I knew it by the way he

was looking at me. He was intrigued. He hadn't seen anything yet.

"Relax guy, I just heard Sampson needed a little help."

I looked at him sideways, "I doubt he told you."

"You're right," Zion replied and said, "Sampson and I aren't exactly

on speaking terms. I haven't seen him in years."

"Then who told you?" Byron asked.

"It was Ms. Nicole wasn't it?" I asked.

"Props to you! You're smart," Zion said and gave me a bright smile,

"Nicole contacted me. She explained the situation about your female friend

being kidnapped. I thought I could help."

I rolled my eyes. He was talking to me like I was some helpless

little kid. I had finally got everyone in the house to realize that I held

my own and now this guy was back to trying to make me feel like a

dependent.

"I don't need no help," I said, bluntly.

Shit if I found Trash, she would be the one needing help.

"No," Byron broke in, "We may need some help from Zion."

I rolled my eyes at Byron knowing he would be the one to say

something.

He always had "SOMETHING" to say back to me. He was just one of those