The Syndicate 3 by Brick

Author:Brick [Storm, Brick;]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2017-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Cory

When Lucky’s sister said she had an “in,” she meant that shit. We stood outside of an old Gotham-style building. Standing before twin medieval-looking black doors, a hulking, chunky guy in all white and with a long ginger-colored beard watched us. The alleyway we stood in was moist from the freezing rain.

Our unmarked ride was parked in front of us as a shield, just in case some shit went off. We all stood in our best dressed. Behind me was a biracial member of the Forty Thieves named Alex. Dude was dark haired and could pass for white, so that was why he was here in the front, while we looked like his entourage.

Shit was working my nerves, but it was for a reason. The side of my face itched, so I scratched it. After I first was burned, I did get grafting done, but the shit was stressful, so I stopped. My face was scarred but not in a manner that disgusted anyone. It just gave me a unique look, which I didn’t mind, even though I knew it made me stand out.

“I think I’m going to get my face worked on,” I muttered to Von. I had added a prosthetic to disguise my looks.

“Why?”

While we waited on Lucky, Giana, and her “in,” I shrugged. “Makes it easy to ID me, if ever we get into some shit we can’t get out of.”

“It was hard on you, kuya. You sure?”

Von had on all black. He stood in a meek manner, like he was an everyday businessman, with a suitcase in front of him and glasses on. This was his cover. He was here to talk security financial protection.

My cover was also my former everyday work, the law. “Yeah, but I can handle it. Besides, you’ll put me up with nothing but the best, right?”

“You know I will.” Von gave me a quick nod.

I returned my focus to the hulking bouncer.

“We’re guests of Don St. John,” Alex told him calmly. He flipped out a laminated business card that was red and was emblazoned with a crest. It didn’t match the Knight’s crest by far.

The burly, ginger-bearded, bald bouncer gave us black folk the one up and down. “Don St. John is inside. Welcome to the Chain and Silk.”

He did a quick text on his cell, then conveniently ignored Alex and searched us darkies, as was written across his face. Muthfucka had the nerve to test me by fucking with my nuts. He did the same with Von as well.

“I’m pretty sure that I cannot hide a weapon against my ball sacs, friend. You should move on,” I said as properly and as calmly as I could.

Fat boy gave a sharp grunt; then, once he saw we weren’t strapping, he stepped his girthy ass to the side to allow us inside.

Smoke rolled into the street when the twin doors opened. I looked at my cell and saw Uncle Snap’s text.

Clocked in and working, nephew.

That was code that he was already inside.

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