Embracing his syn, p.1
Embracing His Syn, page 1
‘EMBRACING HIS SYN’
Written by: Adrienne Enjoli Via
Pen Name: A. E. Via
Copyright © June 2014 Adrienne Enjoli Via
First Edition: June 2014
Edited by: Tina Adamski
Cover Art by Princess S.O.
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Published by: Via Star Wings Books
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
WARNING
This book contains material that maybe offensive to some: graphic language, homosexual relations, and adult situations.
ISBN-13: 978-0-9906089-1-2
Trademark Acknowledgments
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Air Jordan: Nike, Inc.
Amazon.com: Amazon.com, Inc.
BMW: BMW of North America, LLC.
Bud Light: Anheuser-Busch
Captain America: Paramount Pictures, Marvel Entertainment, Marvel Studios
Chef Boyardee: ConAgra Foods, Inc.
Chevrolet: General Motors
Coke: THE COCA-COLA COMPANY
Colt Firearms: Colt's Manufacturing Company LLC
Colt Silicone Slick: California Exotic Novelties, LLC
Corona: Crown Imports LLC
Desert Eagle: Magnum Research, Inc.
Die Hard: Twentieth Century Fox Film Corporation, Gordon Company, Silver Pictures
Diet Coke: THE COCA-COLA COMPANY
Dirty Harry: Warner Bros.
Don Julio Tequila: Diageo Americas
Ducati Diavel: Ducati Motor Holding S.p.A
F-350: Ford Motor Company
Facebook: Facebook
Fortune 500: Tine, Inc.
G.I. Jane: Buena Vista Pictures
Glock: GLOCK, Inc.
Harley Davidson: H-D
He-Man: Filmation Associates, Mattel
IHOP: HOP IP, LLC
Irish Spring: Colgate-Palmolive Company
Kevlar: E. I. du Pont de Nemours and Company
Kia Sportage: Hyundai Motor America
Mack Truck: Mack Trucks
Maglite: Mag Instrument, Inc.
Maker's Mark: Maker’s Mark Distillery, Inc.
Marlboro: PHILIP MORRIS USA INC.
MARTA: MARTA
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Mercedes-Benz: Mercedes-Benz USA, LLC
Mickey Mouse: Walt Disney Productions
Parcheesi: Parker Brothers Games, LTD.
Polo: Ralph Lauren Coproration
Pontiac GTO: General Motors
Red Roof Inn: Red Roof Inn Franchising, LLC.
Rosetta Stone: Rosetta Stone Ltd.
Roto Rooter: Roto-Rooter Group, Inc.
Shout: S.C. JOHNSON & SON, INC.
Sig Sauer: Sig Sauer, Inc.
Smith & Wesson: Smith & Wesson
Spam: Hormel Foods, LLC
Suburban: General Motors
Tic Tacs: Ferrero
Timberland: Timberland LLC
Town Car: Ford Motor Company
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Valkyrie: American Honda Motor Co., Inc
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YMCA: YMCA of the USA
‘Everything’s Not Always as It Seems’ 1
‘Fool Me Once, Shame On You’ 6
‘The Name’s Syn’ 17
‘Stranger Danger’ 23
‘Ghosts of Marriage Past’ 30
‘I’ve Already Screwed it Up’ 40
‘Birds of a Feather Flock Together’ 53
‘R.E.S.P.E.C.T.’ 62
‘All Work and No Play’ 69
‘And Where Were You Between the Hours of…’ 75
‘Something’s Missing’ 86
‘See, I Told You That Bitch Crazy’ 95
‘Shit Just Got Real’ 104
‘From Good to Sexy to Bad to Totally Fucked’ 112
So I’ve Been Hoodwinked.’ 124
‘Nectar of the Most Forbidden Fruit’ 133
‘Jump and Hope the Parachute Opens’ 149
‘Date Night’ 155
‘A Hard Head Makes a Soft Behind’ 172
‘Still on the Chase’ 179
‘Asshole is in the Dictionary, Right Next to Fuck You’ 182
‘True Confessions’ 194
‘This is Long Overdue’ 203
‘By Golly, I Think He Likes It’ 208
‘Making Friends Fast’ 221
‘You Do Your Job and I’ll Do Mine’ 240
‘Verbal Vomit’ 246
‘Clash of the Friend and Lover’ 253
‘One Boyfriend, One Thousand Feelings’ 264
‘This is So Real’ 271
‘High Alert’ 283
‘Date Redemption’ 293
‘Payback’s a Bitch’ 302
‘Dare I Say This is Love’ 314
‘I Didn’t Say That … Oh Yes, You Fuckin’ Did’ 333
‘Love Never Felt So Good’ 344
‘Never Knew Love Like This Before’ 357
‘Love is Contagious’ 365
‘Not Like This’ 369
‘Please Say It's Over’ 377
‘Embrace Syn’ 391
'You Cook For Us, Bitches' 394
I’d like to extend a very special thank you to my betas for all their wonderful comments and advice. To the LaSalle Sisters of Man2Mantasitc for their words of encouragement and praise. You ladies are so awesome.
A particularly warm expression of gratitude to River Mitchel for letting me pick her brain half to death and to Kristen Karwan for the late night chats about where to take Syn and Furi and of course her awesome graphics that she designed for the promotions. Thank you so much my lovelies.
Another very special thank you to Tina Adamski for being such an efficient and phenomenal editor. Most of all hon thank you so much for your extreme patience with me and working on such a tight deadline. This is my fourth published book however it’s the first time an editor cared about not only making my work shine but about teaching me how to be a better writer. Thank you doll. I look forward to a long working relationship with you!
I really appreciate everyone that supported me and helped to bring Syn and Furi to all the MM readers.
Loves,
Adrienne
‘Everything’s Not Always as It Seems’
“Alright Syn, don’t waste my fucking time. Let’s see what you got.”
Syn turned and looked at his hopefully future Lieutenant. God’s gruff voice could really intimidate a man. Add in the guy’s build and tattoos, and he intimidated most men ... but Syn wasn’t most men.
He’d put in for an immediate transfer from his precinct in Philadelphia when he heard a vacancy opened up on the most notorious task force in the Eastern U.S. A task force headed up by Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey – known as God, and Lieutenant Leonidis Day. A quick-witted snarky bastard who wasn’t afraid to cut you to the quick if you got in his face. The dynamic duo were both promoted to the rank of Lieutenant a couple years ago after having been Detectives for only five years. Being promoted so quickly had been unheard of – before they were recruited by the Mayor of Atlanta to head up their own task force made up of some of the toughest SOBs this side of the Mississippi. The new rules for God and Day were the same as before ... there were none.
Lieutenant Day was on one side of the bolt-locked door, a sarcastic smirk already on his face, his two chrome 9mm handguns pointed down at the rickety porch. God was on the opposite side of the door, his broad back against the house’s red brick siding, his twin gold-toned Desert Eagles cocked and ready to fire. Syn took one final look behind him and saw Detective Ronowski at his six ready his shotgun. Syn gave him a quick nod. Everything was a go.
Syn steeled his spine, reared back, braced his weight on his back leg and raised his right boot in one swift motion and shattered the thin wood surrounding the doorknob. “Atlanta PD! Atlanta PD!” Syn yelled as he moved inside the small townhome, eyes forward but mindful of any movement in his periphery. God and Day were inside now and Syn watched them kick tables and chairs out of their path, making their way through the narrow hall that led to what looked like a couple of bedrooms and a small bath. After Syn shouted a couple of ‘cl
“Atlanta PD let me see your hands, now!” Day’s command floated out to Syn as he made his way back to the front of the house. He saw Day leading out a man who looked to be in his early thirties. He was shirtless and his hair was matted to one side of his head like he’d been sleeping. His hands were secured behind his back with a zip-tie. Day threw him on the ratty plaid sofa and God’s look dared him to try to get up.
“I guess you’re not going to read me my rights. Fucking filthy cops. I heard you been asking around about me, God. I heard some other shit too.”
“Maybe I should fix it so you don’t hear anything else,” God growled.
Syn watched God yank his twelve inch serrated blade from its sheath tucked underneath his left arm. He masterfully flipped the blade over his hand once like something you’d see in a Jet Li film and used his other hand to get a painful grip on the top of his suspect’s ear.
The suspect became still and very quiet as the tip of the blade skated lightly across the side of his face and stopped at his earlobe.
“Chill the fuck out, God,” the man hissed.
“What else did you hear, Goose?” God asked in a low voice.
“Nothing man! Nothing, alright!”
Syn saw God look him in the eye and he made sure his poker face was in place. Syn had read the entire file on this drug dealing trash over the last two days. Their suspect, Greg ‘Goose’ Jenkins, had taken over his uncle’s illegal business after Day and God had gotten him locked up for twenty years. The men on their team had secured enough surveillance on Goose to conduct a legal search and get a solid conviction if they found drugs, cash or guns in the home.
After God tucked his knife away, Goose spat on the floor and leveled each of them with a hateful look. “Where’s the warrant, God? Your boy is back there tearing up my goddamn house, let me see the fucking warrant.”
Syn kept his eyes on the suspect, but the man’s comments were raising Syn’s hackles. Shouldn’t they be calling this in by now? What were Ronowski and Day doing back there?
Syn was on the task force on a trial basis. He needed to prove he could follow orders, anticipate the need to act, and work efficiently as part of the team; but also show he was ruthless and dangerous ... just like all the other team members. He’d heard stories that these guys were badasses. So was Syn. He wanted to climb the departmental ranks, and being on God and Day’s task force was a sure way to get his name recognized and get out from under his father’s legacy to make his own.
God pulled one of the dining room chairs into the room, turned it around and straddled it. He stared at Syn, those green eyes drilling into him, but he didn’t dare look away. God was intuitive as fuck. He knew Syn was thinking something was off about this bust.
“I heard you was crooked man,” Goose snapped at God.
“You still hearing shit,” Syn answered before God could. God briefly gazed at Syn.
“Where’s your fucking warrant, God? I didn’t hear you motherfuckers knock before you kicked in my door and just invited yourselves in.”
“You don’t invite the wind,” Day said with a mischievous grin, coming back into the room with Ronowski trailing. “The wind just blows in.”
“Fuck you,” Goose snarled.
They hefted a medium-sized safe onto the wobbly dining table and Ronowski quickly pulled a small device from one of his pockets. He attached it to the front of the safe, next to the lock. Putting his ear to it, he listened intently as he turned the dial.
“I knew it. Dirty-assed cops!” the angry man yelled, bolting to his feet. God moved so fast Syn didn’t have a chance to react. God’s large hand gripped the suspect around his throat and lifted him several feet in the air before slamming him down onto the unforgiving floor.
“Ouch town, population you.” Day chuckled.
Fuck. Syn’s head was spinning. Something wasn’t right. God didn’t have a warrant, he hadn’t read the man his rights, and no one was calling this in. Oh fuck me ... this can’t be happening.
"You alright over there, Detective Sydney?”
Syn blinked and realized that beads of sweat were dripping down his face and his weapon was still out. Everyone else had returned their weapons to their holsters. Syn hoped he wasn’t witnessing what he feared he was.
“Jackpot,” Ronowski said.
Syn spun around and watched the smooth-faced Detective pull out stacks of rolled money. He didn’t know exactly how much, but it had to be at least ten to twenty thousand since the rolls contained hundred dollar bills. Ronowski turned and winked at God, and Syn narrowed his eyes. Please someone pull out an evidence bag. Please. He watched Ronowski’s bright blue eyes turn to Day and he’d be damned if the man he’d heard such wonderful stories about didn’t reach into the safe and pull out several rolls of cash, putting it into the lining of his vest ... God and Ronowski following suit.
“Got a payday on your first seize. Looks like your lucky day Sydney.” God’s look was a warning when Syn refused to pocket any of the money.
‘Fool Me Once, Shame On You’
The ride back to the precinct in the unmarked Suburban was awkward and silent. God drove like a bat out of hell while everyone else held on tight to the oh-shit bars. It seemed likely the man broke every traffic law on the books.
Syn’s head was reeling. He imagined that if this were a cartoon, he’d have smoke coming out of his ears and his eyes would be bulging out of his head. How in the hell could God and Day be dirty cops? Was the whole task force dirty, or just these three? He thought he would show his superiors his efficiency and fearlessness in carrying out a raid, but it was all bullshit. They didn’t even arrest Goose. They’d stole his damn money and told him to get out of town or they’d be back.
What the fuckin fuck?
Ronowski looked like the boy next door with his cropped blond hair, smooth face, and eyes bluer than a Wyoming sky. But after God had issued Goose his warning, Ronowski quickly cut the zip tie from Goose’s hands and leveled the guy with a powerful right hook. He’d casually stepped over Goose’s motionless body and walked out the door with his shotgun resting on his shoulder.
They’d just walked into the precinct when Captain Myers bellowed from his door for them to come into his office. Syn huffed a frustrated breath and felt God drop a heavy palm on his shoulder, moving the grip up to the back of his neck.
Syn jerked out of the hold. “Get your damn hand of me Godfrey.”
“Uh oh. Looks like someone needs a little more fiber in his diet,” Day quipped on his way past them.
“Get your asses in here, now!” The Captain came back out and yelled across the bullpen.
Syn and God were locked in a heated stare-off. “You think I’m scared of you, God?”
“You should be,” was the man’s simple response. The toothpick moved around in God’s mouth as he spoke like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Syn narrowed his eyes, his anger plain. “Yeah, I heard you were a fucking psycho and I was looking forward to working with you. But now you can kiss my ass.”
“You mean working for me ... not with me. I’m your Lieutenant, Detective Sydney.”
“You don’t deserve that title and you won’t hear it from my mouth. I’d never work for you or with you. You revealed yourself to the wrong fucking cop.” Syn stepped in closer and even though he was six two, he still had to look up into God’s eyes. “I won’t be your bitch. You can’t muscle me and you sure as fuck don’t scare me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.” Syn glared at God’s smug expression and he felt the vein in his neck bulge. He was beyond livid. He’d left his home, his family back in Philly, only to get here and work for some cops that were on the take? Syn took a couple steps back and tipped his head in the direction of the still waiting Captain. “Let’s go have a little chat, shall we?”
Syn walked across the station with his head high as several sets of eyes tracked his movement. He didn’t hear the other Detectives following him, but he knew they were. As big as they were, they were as light on their feet as he was. Syn brushed past the Captain and they all filed into the fairly nice-sized office. Syn noticed that Ronowski hadn’t joined them. Coward.
