Chapter 8 - Syvone's Fury

*This chapter takes place at the same time as Chapter seven, KEEP THIS IN MIND while reading*

As the fighters all exit out of the gym, Mr. Syvone stands in the ring waiting patiently. After ten minutes as the last set of fighters got out, they were talking about going to eat some pizza. Scott walked up to Mr. Syvone after he locked the door.

"Boss, can you get the rest of us into the office because I noticed something important that should be talked about," Scott said after he locked the door.

"Sure, Scott," Mr. Syvone said as he whistled to get the rest of the trainers' attention as he walked to the door. As they walked into the office, Mr. Syvone grabbed another one of the boxes from the stack. As they went to the office, Mr. Syvone went to his desk with the box, the other trainers were sitting at the table, while Scott stood up by the door preparing what he had to say to the group.

"Mr. Syvone, can you pull up the security camera footage," Scott says as he begins to light up a cigar. "I think he might have a couple of rats among us."

"Why would you say that?" Greg asked as he is trying to figure out what exactly it means or who the hell could it be.

"I pulled up the footage, Scott," Mr. Syvone said as he turns on his monitor to face the other men. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Look at the time when Demetrius walked out of the store," Scott said as he began to smoke. As Mr. Syvone is pulling up the footage from the camera outside the door showing into the alleyway and one pointing at the door, they see Demetrius raging at all near a trash bin towards the start of the stairs. A couple of seconds later, both Adam and Greg look like they are yelling at each other trying to snap Demetrius out back into reality. Looks like as they are trying to calm down the enraged youngster, Demetrius tries to punch Adam in the face. It does not work as it seems as it immediately turns into a little scuffle between the three of them. Demetrius looked more as if he wanted to hurt while Greg and Adam were trying to restrain him. It was until Demetrius got overwhelmed and seemed to trip on himself. As he fell he hit his head on a brick causing some bleeding but he was still moving. Then Greg punched Demetrius in the face, which caused a little argument on the footage between the two men, then Adam was making a call on his phone as Greg walked into the gym as Adam was making the call he kicked the brick causing it to move. Then some time passed as Greg returned with Mr. Syvone, they looked at Demetrius knocked out bleeding a bit. Mr. Syvone gives him a towel to cover the bleeding. Then as they stand up and seem to talk to each other, They notice the door opening, and out came Martin as he tips toe to himself in the corner near a large garbage bin. He sits there for a little and sees the three men talking to each other. Martin then walked back inside the gym. The camera continues to show the three men resolving the situation and then walking back inside. Mr. Syvone stopped playing the footage. "Do you think Martin believes that you guys hurt Demetrius?" Mr. Syvone asked, pointing at Greg and Adam.

"I didn't even notice that sneaky motherfucker," Greg said with Adam nodding his head in agreement with that statement.

"Well I think I do and that is why I wanted to bring that to your attention, Mr. Syvone," Scott said as he paced back and forth.

"And why do you have this belief, Scott?" Mr. Syvone said, placing his hands on his desk looking confused, but also deep in thought.

"Because I saw that boy when he walked back inside lead his little group to the locker room where I bet they were talking about what he only saw, they claim they were not when I questioned them," Scott said as he continued to smoke his cigar.

"The hell they said then?" Mr. Syvone said his tone increased in volume.

"They said some bullshit like, "We are just using the bathroom"," Scott said as he took another inhale of his cigar. "I don't think they would snitch on us though."

"And what makes you so fucking confident," Mr. Syvone exclaims tone increasing more in volume. "Huh, Scott?"

Scott blows out the smoke, "Well Jeremy is there and I think he is smarter than to not get on your bad side," Scott said as he slid Mr. Syvone a cigar and his lighter. "Isn't that right, Boss?"

Mr. Syvone began to smoke the cigar, it seemed to keep him calm. "Yeah you are right," Mr. Syvone says as he lets the smoke exit his mouth. "I work too hard for all of this to happen and I do not want to lose any of this shit!"

"Boss we all got you," Scott said looking towards his fellow trainers as they all nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, guys, I needed that," Mr. Syvone said as he looks to have calmed down. "Let's count the money and we can get out early."

"You got it, Boss," Mr. Syvone says as he begins to count the money in the box he has. The others followed suit as they walked to the box room and began to grab boxes. As they all begin to count through the money, smoke their cigars, and drink some alcohol. Some time has passed, about forty-five minutes and Tony noticed something off about his pile.

"Boss, my pile is short," Tony said to Mr. Syvone in a confused manner. It seems that it has angered Mr. Syvone.

"The fuck you mean, there is less money," Mr. Syvone said in an angered tone. "Gimme that shit!" Mr. Syvone snatched the box that Tony was counting from and begins to count it. He looks more and more as he begins to become even madder than he already was. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THIS MONEY, IT IS TEN FUCKING THOUSAND DOLLARS, HOW THE FUCK IT IS GONE!"

"Boss, go check the footage," Adam said, trying to calm down Mr. Syvone. "Maybe we put it in the wrong box or something else, I honestly do not know what could have happened."

"Maybe you are right," Mr. Syvone said, beginning to look like he was freaking out. He turned his chair to his monitor and began typing on his computer. He pulled back up the footage again of the gym, box room, and his office. All of it looks like it is of above-average quality. "The rest of you, motherfuckers keep counting the money, I got us a thieving rat to find."

"We better find whoever did this bullshit," Greg said as he continued to count his stack of money.

"Oh, believe me, I am trying to," Mr. Syvone said as he was watching the footage. He made the footage speed up as he was looking at everything that happened in the past couple of days. As the men continue doing their tasks. Mr. Syvone's eyes seem to flare up a bit, mostly of anger but with the sadistic side of happiness. He keeps looking at his screen as he rewinds and fasts forward a bit trying to make sure he was seeing.

"You found our little thief?" Scott asked as he put down a stack of cash that was in his hand.

"Oh I found our thief," Mr. Syvone says he grabs at his monitor. "Want to see it with me?" The trainers all stopped what they were doing and stared at the screen along with their boss to see what spent his time trying to figure out. Mr. Syvone rewinds the footage, this was two days ago When Martin and Adrian joined. It was a smaller skinnier man walking up to a box, He moved one of the boxes off and reached in to grab a wad of cash then placed the boxes in place, put it in his shirt, and walked out. Mr. Syvone rewound it as the other looked shocked, then zoomed in to see a clear picture, it was a man that looks like a rat. It was Mykola.

"That is one dumbass dude," Adam said, beginning to let out a good hearty laugh that turned into a cough from the smoke.

"Oh that motherfucker is going to die tonight," Mr. Syvone said as he reached for his ashtray for his cigar ashes. "Greg, can you go outside to check the alleyways, get two of any of thugs, Tell them that Mr. Syvone needs them for a special job."

"Got it, Boss," Greg said as he walked out of the office and closed the doors. As that happens Mr. Syvone gets up from the chairs and walks up to the television. He grabs the television and moves it to show a safe. He turned the lock and opened up the safe to see a pistol, a bunch of pistol bullets, and along with a long cylinder in the corner. He grabs them all and walks back to his desk. He sits on the chair and sets his gun up. The other three men continued back to what they were doing until Greg walked back in with two men. One was a short lanky looking young man, by the looks of it, he could have been a high school student. The other was a big stocky looking man that looks like he could have just gotten out of prison.

"What do you need, Mr. Syvone?" The stockier man said with a deep sound to his voice that pierced the room.

"Yeah, man," The smaller kid piped up. "I heard we might go kill a rat, I would love to, please tell me we are doing that."

"The first job is to go out and look for this man," Mr. Syvone said as he turned the screen around to show the men. It was the zoomed-in scene of Mycola. "I want you two to find this motherfucker and come back here to report to me, we will figure out what to do after that."

"So no killing?" The smaller kid asked.

"How old are you, boy?" Mr. Syvone asked as he looked at his gun.

"I am seventeen," The child asked. "My name is Amari Powell."

"Amari," Mr. Syvone asked as he raised his gun to the boy. "First thing you need to learn is that you must address me as Mr. Syvone when you are talking to, that includes asking a question. Also if you kill him without me seeing it, I will make sure your entire family is dead, capeesh?"

"Man I ain't afraid of your old…" Amari tried to say before the bigger man slapped the child in the face.

"I am sorry for that," the bigger man said as he grabbed the child up. "We will get going, Mr. Syvone."

"Good, now get to it," Mr. Syvone said, putting his gun away as the two men walked out of the door leaving the boss and his men in the office. "I so badly wanted to gun down that boy." The two men walked out of the door and into the street to find their man.

"Listen, Amari," The bigger guy said as he was walking down the street. "I did not want you to die back there, that is why I hit you."

"It is fine, Jabari," Amari said as he was rubbing his cheek. "What makes that old bitch so powerful anyways?"

"Well he is the one that supplies us with all the drugs we sell, he got the other business owners in with him to turn this street into basically the empire of death, drugs, and dishonesty," Jabari said as he continued his walk forward.

"So why do you still do this," Amari said as he stared up at the man. "Go take care of your family, get a job, do something."

"I have made mistakes in my life that I can't take back," Jabari said with tears in his eyes. "This is why my life is not able to get good money from anything other than this."

"What did you do?" Amari said, now looking nervous.

"I was going into the Marines, but during a hand-to-hand combat session, a guy pissed me off…" Jabari said tears now starting to silently cry.

"It is ok big fella," Amari said trying to comfort the man.

"After this thing, promise me that you will try to turn your life around," Jabari said looking at the kid. "This life is not meant for you."

"We will see, Jabari," Amari said as they walked by Barstool Pizzas. "Wait at that motherfucker we have to kill right there?" Amari whispered to Jabari as he pointed to the group walking to the door.

"Yeah that is MeKola, Mickla, Mykoala, I don't know what the fuck to pronounce it as," Amari said quietly pointing towards the group of men with Mykola in the back talking to a tall lanky dark-skinned man.

"Yeah that is him, let's go back to report to Mr. Syvone," Jabari said as he turned around to walk back to the gym. As the men walked back to the gym the surrounding noise of sirens, people talking, music being playing and the sounds of thuds was music to Jabari's ears. To Amari, it seems to be a little bit comfortable for the kid, not as well as Jabari. They made it to the entrance and knocked on the door. After a while of knocking, Tony opened the door.

"Y'all found Mycola?" Tony said, trying to whisper.

"Yeah we did," Jabari said. "You want us to come inside?"

"Yes, follow me," Tony said as he opened the door wider. The two men walked inside past all the equipment and into the office of Mr. Syvone. Mr. Syvone sits at his desk with the pistol in his hand, all assembled and the other three trainers are working hard counting through the money.

"So where is Mycola?" Mr. Syvone asked as he was loading the pistol with a cigar in his mouth. "Come on tell, I got a bitch to kill."

"He is in Barstool Pizza," Jabari said. "Want us to follow you?"

"Oh absolutely," Mr. Syvone said as he got up from his chair and walked past the two thugs. The others followed suit outside, Mr. Syvone leading them. They kept walking for a while to be outside the gym. They kept going till they were outside of an alleyway. "I need you two to wait here as I go get Mycola, when you see me walk past be prepared to grab him, down the alleyway are some studs that I set up for situations like these, just hook him on there."

"What are we going to do with the body?" Jabari asked as he entered the alleyway.

"I am going to call a car to show up in thirty minutes, I wrote his family's address to send a message," Mr. Syvone said as he pulled out his phone. "Just wait here." Mr. Syvone walked away from the men as he seemed to be talking on the phone.

"So now what do we do?" Amari asked as he leaned against the wall.

"We wait and be very quiet," Jabari answered. "All I know is that you are about to see some fucked up shit tonight, boy."

"What do you mean by that?" Amari asked, looking confused.

"It is a surprise," Jabari said almost immediately. "It makes you think a lot about whether you want to keep doing this gang shit or not."

"We will see," Amari rebuttal

"Oh just wait," Jabari said before going quiet. They waited there for ten minutes until they heard the sounds of footsteps, as the two men watched from the shadows, they saw Mr. Syvone walk up, and then behind him was the man that they were looking for.

"Now," Jabari said as he reached out to grab Mycola from the street. Amari followed suit and was able to pull him into the alleyway.

*Mycola's death scene happens*

As Jabari and Amari received a piece of paper, Jabari opened it to see it was Mycola's address. As they got into the car, Jabari gave the picture to the two other men.

"What's good, Jabari," one of the men said, turning back to see him. He looks like a slender Hispanic man. "It's been a minute since I last saw you, and I heard you were in prison for a bit."

"Yeah, well it is good to be out, Jose," Jabari said as he looked at the driver. "Oh shit, what's up Trevor, you are the driver."

"Nothing else got to get the money back from that dead motherfucker," Trevor said as he was tiring up his bandana. "Let's go." As the men began to drive to the address, Amari kept looking back at the lifeless body lying in the trunk of the car. The boy, uneasy by the whole situation, then Jabari leaned over to him.

"Is this the type of life you want, boy?" Jabari said as he whispered into the young man's ear. Amari shakes his head to say no as he is trying his best not to lose it, tears forming in his eyes. "All you have to do is finish this job, then you can leave the gang."

"Ok, I understand," Amari said, trying to calm himself down.

"Promise me that you will do better in school and stay out of trouble," Jabari said as he felt the car begin to slow down.

"I got you, Jabari," Amari said as he seemed to be back to his normal self. "Thank you, man."

The car came into a complete stop inside of an alleyway near an apartment complex. The two men in the front turned around. "Ok, so here is the plan, Jose you go inside to scout the area, look for cameras and figure out how to deal with them. We will wait in here till we get clear for us to enter, we are bringing the body with us." Trevor said as he looked around the area. "Jose, you ready?

"Of course, I am," Jose said as he put his ski mask on, ready to do what he does best. He gives a thumbs up and walks into the building. Trevor looks back at Jabari and Amari.

"Did you two, use gloves when it comes to grabbing the dead bastard in the back?" Trevor asked as he reached into his glovebox.

"No we don't but we made sure to grab him with only his clothes," Jabari said as looked at Amari. "Let me guess we have to remove his clothes and burn them?"

"Oh absolutely," Trevor said as he handed the men their gloves. Jabari reached for his ski mask and so did Amari. They both put on their mask and gloves ready to go when they get the signal to.

Trevor gets a call from his phone, it was from Jose. "Does it seem like it is our time to go?" Amari asked as he was reaching the door.

"Yes, go out and undress the guest of honor," Trevor said, laughing to himself for a bit. "I will be the getaway driver."

"Ok," Jabari said as he and Amari got out of the car. They walked to the trunk to open it up, they dragged Mycola's dead slowly decaying body out of the trunk and proceeded to undress him. After they were done they threw his clothes into the trunk and closed it. Amari looked out to see if anyone was there, no one could have seen what they were doing. Jabari brought the body into the building. They saw that surprisingly there was a lack of cameras and the ones that were up looked to have duct tape on the lense. As they walked up the stairs, which seems to have no noises coming from it.

"I bet people are either dead asleep or they are out getting drunk and shit," Amari said as he was continuing up the stairs. As they reached Mycola's family's apartment. They saw Jose there ready to go.

"Are you two ready to go?" Jose asked. Jabari passes Amari the body as he starts to bang on the door after enough hits it breaks down. A smaller girl was the first to be seen from the doorway, she looked like it could have been Mycola's sister, Jabari immediately threw Mycola's body on top of her. The girl cries softly as she realizes what is happening. After some time had passed, the three men walked out of the apartment with what was needed and ran to the car to make their escape. As they leave, they hear police sirens behind them as the cops stopped at the apartment building, heading to see what exactly happens if one were to be stupid enough to cross Mr. Syvone.