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

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"Syn, you seriously don't think that I would do something like that,"
Zion stated as though being very declarative on the matter.

"Shut up!"

I jumped across the table in my anger and grasped his collar. I
lifted my fist. The anger I felt was incredible. I had never known that
Zion could do something so backstabbing to me.

Zion had only pretended to capture Trouble to get me on his side. I
didn't understand what his motivation for getting me to like him was.
Maybe he had plans of pulling me close so I could make it harder for
Sampson to completely reveal his true identity to the world as not being
Holden. I wasn't really sure. I was just angry now. I was ready to hit
him across the face harder then ever.

"Guard!" Ms. Whyte shouted as I lifted Zion's collar and pulled my arm
back.

"I dare you!" Sampson shouted to the guards.

He took the bottle of Zinfandel that Zion had sitting on the table and
broke it across the desk. He raised jagged edges up and pointed it towards
Zion's personal security. The guards looked like they were very cautious
probably because of the anger that Sampson had in his eyes.

I don't think even Sampson was as angry as I was. I was over Zion
about to hit him. He was just sort of smiling hard as though trying his
hardest not to laugh. WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE!

"This is a smiling situation to you huh?" I asked, not putting my hand
down and still threatening to hit him.

Zion kept his intimidating smile and nodded towards the shadows of the
club, "Syn take a look over there."

He was pointing to the direction that Mercedes was coming from. She
probably saw me but continued to walk as though she didn't have a fear in
the world. Little did she know that I would knock Zion out then go over
and beat her ass as though she was a man for all the disgusting things she
put me through.

It was payback time

Only it wasn't Mercedes.

"Yolanda?"

I looked at the figure come out of the shadows and saw that it was
Yolanda. She looked confused as she walked up to us. She resembled
Mercedes so much. She was already Mercedes height and she had on darker
colors like Mercedes would have worn. The club lights must have played
tricks on Yolanda's face but just a minute ago I could have sworn that it
was Mercedes walking towards me.

"Sampson, what the hell?" I asked, wanting an explanation of all of
this. He should have had an explanation, since he was the one who
suggested it was Mercedes.

"That isn't Yolanda," he told me but his eyes were squinting as though
getting a better view.

The girl jumped out towards us and smiled with this bright smile. It
was the very same annoying smile that Yolanda used. Yolanda had her hair
differently but her identity clearly lied in her face.

"What are you little sillies doing?" She asked.

She had the voice of Yolanda. She had the attitude of Yolanda.

"I invited her here as my date," Zion explained and smirked a little,
"I figured it would be nice to have all of your friends here."

I looked over at Yolanda, "She's no friend of mine."

She glared down and towards the floor. I still didn't fully
understand what was going on. All of the things that Sampson had said
before made sense. He should be able to defend it now.