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"Unfortunately."
"Ryker, you know me. I promise I'll pay you back. Just need to get out of this hole."
The big guy gave him a somber look.
"Listen, if this is about that London girl, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know she was yours."
"She's not," Ryker grumbled.
"Then why won't you help?"
A long pause. "I'll send you the moneylater."
"Can you do it now?I kind of need it."
Felix glared at his brother when he brought out his phone and made the transaction but said nothing.
"That all you need, Dad?"
Tony smiled that sweet-as-syrup smile and patted Rykeron the shoulder. "That's it. Thank you, son."
He looked at Felix and gave him a nod.
"Felix. Ry. I'll see you boys when I see you."
As Tony turned to walk away, Ryker called out,"You still coming to the show tonight?"
"Yeah, sure," he said, throwing a wave over his shoulder, "I'll be there."
"You promise?"
"Of course, you know I'm always good to my word."
"I'll tell Izzy to be on the lookout," Ryker said. "So you can come backstage."
"Sure. Good luck."
And then their dad disappeared around the corner.
"You know he's not coming," Felix said once he was gone.
"He might," Ryker said.
Felix just shook his head. "He won't."
"We'll see."
The walk back to the bus was a long and silent one.
#
"It feels like family night," I said to London.
"Unofficially, yeah. Whenever they play here, a lot of people turn up to wish the guys well," she said.
They were an interesting bunch, and according to London, it was like a who's who of Honeycomb, Georgia.
"Look, there's Hayden's grandmother, Constance. Remember, Gigi, from the bar?"
