DON'T DENY WHAT YOU KNOW IS TRUE
CHAPTER 1
By Pure Black
Beta: Hannah
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, they're JK Rowlings property.
Warnings: Graphic sex, gay sex between males. This story will eventually be a Snape/Harry and Draco/Harry story, don't worry! Just keep reading.
Harry sighed and leaned back into the wall. His eyes surveyed the busy street with its many cars from within the dark alley. He wasn't just standing around doing nothing, not at all. You could say he was… working.
He had been working here for many years now, the muggles knew him, the police certainly knew him but the wizarding world knew nothing about his voyages in the muggle world. He was now 17 years old, and he was soon going to be on the train back to Hogwarts. He looked distinctly different from what he did in the magical world. His glasses were gone, they had always been in the way. Putting them on also gave him a head ache the first hour or so. His jet black hair practically screamed "just shagged" and in a way it was true. He smelled good, he was the happy owner of DKNY apple for men. His work was going well, so he got enough money to buy accessories. His looks were very important for his work. Hell, if he didn't look good he probably wouldn't have a job. He had denim jeans on, slightly washed out but they were whole and not cut. They hung low on his slim hips, and the top of his white boxers showed. He wore a simple black shirt and a blend belt. He didn't look unusual, perhaps better looking than average people, and perhaps a little bit dangerous at times, but mostly normal.
But, as usual with him, he wasn't normal at all. Not only was he a wizard, but he worked on the streets too. For many years now he had been selling himself on street corners, and he loved it! He supposed most people didn't, but he did. He was a member of a great system. He had a great pimp who took good care of him and his fellow workers. They only got the best customers, those who looked good, had no diseases and took care of their bodies. He and his fellows had to regularly take tests to prove that they weren't infected by anything themselves, and he was fine with that. Still, he couldn't be infected even if he was exposed for it. The wonder of magic helped him out with that. In the wizarding world there were spells to prevent sexual diseases from happening, hence the gay relationships weren't frowned upon but instead treated as normal behavior. He couldn't really say the same about the muggle world, still, most of the people he met were very tolerant.
Since he had been doing this for years, he was a well known person on the streets. There was no denial that he was the best male prostitute in London, and it was also a well known fact that he was a feisty once that didn't take any bullshit. He had been attacked a couple of times but he had learned how to defend himself. Another thing he had to thank his hustler for. Self defence was the most important thing to know in the streets. It was a tough world and survival instincts was a must. People on the streets knew his real name was Harry, but they rarely used it since that was his request. They simply called him Ry, a nickname for himself.
He still lived with the Dursleys. They were well aware of his job, and they were encouraging him. Hell, they were the ones to introduce him to that world in the first place. They had always been greedy, and at the beginning they had gotten a whole 50 of the money he had brought in. Now they were down to 5 and he himself got a stunning 40. His hustler was a great man, he provided with everything possible, hence he only got 40 instead of the usual 50. Despite all this, some people got nada for their work so he had been very lucky. His hustler, Michael was very protective of his "guys" as he called them. Ry looked up to Michael and saw him as an older brother. Michael had always taken care of him and they were very close. He knew of Ry's background, as well as where he went most of the year. Ry had a lot of friends in the street, and in a way he supposed they all were like a gang or something. Kind when they felt like it, and merciless when it was required of them. Since they all were prostitutes in Michael's family, they didn't have a problem with their conscious. Some things they did would be considered a crime, and quite a few times Ry had been brought to the police station for questioning. He had spent a total of 27 days in prison for various things. The reason why he was sent to prison as a minor was because there were no muggle birth records of him as such. There were some false ones however. It's a wonder what corrupt cops can come up with. Those cops were their contacts when they got in trouble, and without them Ry would have been dead since way back.
He looked up when a green car pulled to a stop right outside the alley. It was a BMW, he shrugged lightly and pushed himself off the wall. Most people who came see them were in fact rich. People often got the wrong idea about male prostitutes, they thought they were all gay and only had sex with males, while in reality male prostitution was so much more. People would be surprised if only they knew how many women there were who contacted their hustler. Lonely women who needed someone they could trust, or wives who couldn't get off with their bald, overweight and sweaty man. Ry was bi -sexual and usually had 70 male costumers and the rest female. Well, he had had some cases in which the gender was quite doubtable. Sometimes his costumers didn't even request sex, sometimes they wanted to go to a movie, have a dinner or simply someone to talk to. Other people wanted to pleasure themselves while having someone to watch them, or some required that they watch a porn movie together while pleasing themselves. Not everything had to do with penetration. A lot of the cases were however.
His hustler usually told him where to go and wait for a car to come pick him up, or sometimes he got the address to the residence where his client lived. He preferred getting picked up.
"Are you Ry?" the driver of the car asked when he went over to the drivers rolled down window. He nodded.
"Yeah," he said simply. He didn't smile like a ray of sunshine but neither was it required of him. Most people liked him when he simply was himself. He was almost going mad during the school terms. He loved sex, he craved it and when he suddenly couldn't have it… thing went bad. He got restless, slightly reckless and he wanked… a lot. For a prostitute wanking was an admitable defeat. This year he wasn't going to play under the "Hero" rules any longer. He was going to be discreet, sure, but he would be damned if he would condemn himself into celibacy again.
"Get in," the driver said. Ry nodded wordlessly and went around the car and before ducking inside. He closed the door with a snap and the car drove away. This time he had gotten a white male costumer, presumably around 30 years old or so. He almost never got old men, he had required that as a no-no to his hustler simply because he wasn't terribly turned on by it. There were some in his "family" that preferred elderly men, he took care of all those. Ry watched his customer. He wasn't nervous at all, he knew the drill. He was sort of looking forward to it because this man suited his qualifications for a good man. As said earlier all the men were fit and good looking, but some better than others. The main myth about prostitution was that only the ugliest, most disgusting and failures, oddballs and geeks bought prostitutes. THAT IS WRONG!
Usually it is business men, wives, travelers, those who doesn't want any attachment and so on. Some of the reasons have already been mentioned.
Ry liked what he saw in the man. He seemed calm, easy going. He had tamed black hair, blue eyes, a slight tan. This could prove to be interesting, he thought. He had never grown any feelings towards his customers, only curiosity, pleasure, and sometimes a slight feeling of detachment. He usually didn't think much at all while doing his job.
"You don't talk much, do you?" said the man beside him. Ry met his eyes.
"Most people don't want to talk while in the car, the air tends to be tense when we run out of things to say," he said simply. The man laughed.
"That's true. Have you been informed of what we will be doing?" he asked. Ry shook his head.
"There hasn't been much time for that," he responded in a slightly warning voice. He wasn't actually allowed to talk about his customers, they had a strict policy about that in their "family". They were very discreet and never pinpointed any of their customers, even if they were taken to the police for questioning. That was one of the reasons why his family had such a good reputation and was often chosen before others. Of course, they were allowed to talk among themselves.
"Right, you're not supposed to talk about that, I understand," the man said when he saw his face.
"I may talk about it, as long as I don't mention names or the places I have been at this week, seeing as someone might have recognized me out in the public with said person," he said, a well practiced response. It was astonishing how curious each customer was about the other customers he had. He supposed he lived an interesting life. Everything "forbidden" peaked the interest in humans.
"I see. Let's talk about what we are going to do. There will be no sex today," he said abruptly. Ry nodded.
"Alright," he said.
"I need you to be my escort to my sisters wedding," he laughed slightly nervously. "This is a actually pretty awkward to say but I have sort of lied to my family about my private life." Ry felt inclined to say something. He had a lot of experience in counseling people with different problems, it came with the job. It could be everything from a failed erection to the death of someone's boyfriend.
"It's alright. I've been "the" date before. Many lie to their friends and family about having someone while they don't. It's OK."
"Thanks. Anyway, the reason why I lied to them is because they are always after my case, believe me, always! I thought they would calm down if I told them I was seeing someone, but I was wrong," he said in such a frustrated voice that Ry had to smile.
"They became worse, didn't they?" he asked, with a small smile still on his lips. The man nodded.
"They did! Instead of nagging me and trying to couple me with men like I was some freaking breed dog, they are now always asking about my boyfriend, which doesn't exist!"
"What are you planning to do? I can't be around forever," he said and pulled down his sleeves further down his hands. He pulled up a leg and leaned further down in the seat. The man glanced at him briefly before concentrating on the traffic.
"I plan on showing you off today, then to hire you a few more times, and then I make up some story about you and me breaking up." Ry nodded.
"Yeah, that's a good plan. They can't argue with that since they have seen me. I hope it works for you."
"It will have to work, I don't know what to do if it doesn't. Let's not talk about that now, I will deal with it when it happens, if it happens. I thought I would run the program for you, alright?" he asked. Ry nodded.
"It is now eight o'clock in the morning," the man said jokingly and pointed at the digital clock in the instrument board. "I will take us to a little café I know, and I thought I would tell you a little about myself and we can make up our history together, so if anyone asks we will say the same things. I have an appointment at the hairdresser at 10, you may have one to if you wish or you could just wait. After we have to go to another appointment on Oxford street and get some suits for the wedding. The wedding will start at three today, so we have plenty of time to get to know each other. I paid for two days, because the wedding will probably last all night long. I will also cover for all the expenses for both today and tomorrow. Is that alright?" he asked. Ry chewed on his bottom lip.
"Did my hustler give you all clear?" he asked. During their brief speech it hadn't come up for how long he was supposed to entertain his client. He had thought it was a normal routine job. He was pretty expensive. Some might call him a luxury prostitute.
"Yes he did. I am surprised he didn't tell you," the man said.
"Then it's alright if I call and look it up? It's nothing personal," he said. The man nodded.
"You do what you have to do, I understand."
He picked up his cell phone that he kept near him no matter what. It was for security. If he didn't pick it up when it had been called for two hours Michael would begin his search for him, and he certainly had contacts enough to make a long story short.
"Michael, it's Ry," he said when Michael picked up.
"Problem?" Michael asked immediately, and Ry thought with a fond smile that Michael was already up and out the door of his office.
"Nah," he said. "I was just checking up with you. My customer says that he paid for me until tomorrow. I was just wondering how the agreement between the two of you goes," he explained. He could hear Michael stop.
"Shit, I'm sorry I wasn't more thorough with the explanation."
"It's ok," Ry said, and really, it was. It had been partly his fault that the information spree had to be cut short. He had been in the middle of giving a quick blowjob to a regular customer this morning when his phone had rang.
"Still, my mistake. Back at business, yes Mr. Delaware did rent you for two days. You are required to be his date, and if the situation should arise, to pleasure him," Michael said.
"Uh-huh," Ry said and glanced over at Mr. Delaware. Hadn't the man said that there would be no sexual encounters? He would have to stay guarded from now on. He didn't like it when people lied to him.
"You are alright with that, aren't you? You know that I normally wouldn't make such decisions for you, but I thought it was a fairly simple job for you and you might even enjoy yourself. When was the last time you had a shopping day with a client? And a wedding as to that?" Michael asked in a cheery voice.
Ry rolled his eyes.
"Last year," he said but Michael ignored him.
"Is that all? You know to call me whenever you get uncomfortable and want to get picked up, no matter what I will get you. You remember when I picked up David because he didn't like the colour of his customers bathroom?" Michael laughed, making Ry laugh too when he remembered. David had a phobia about red bathrooms, it made him paranoid. He always thought he would get murdered in there or something.
"Alright then, I'll talk to you later. Bye," Ry said after he had finished laughing. He hung up and wriggled the cell phone back down into his pants.
"It's all good?" Mr. Delaware asked. Ry nodded.
"Sure," he said.
A while later they entered the café. Mr. Delaware told him to order whatever he wanted so he choose a baguette with chicken fillet, cucumber, tomato, butter and a piece of red union. He would normally eat vegetarian food simply because it tasted good and it made him feel healthy and fresh, but today he simply couldn't resist the tempting baguette in the display window. He chose water to drink with it, and sat down at a table while waiting for Mr. Delaware to come back. He looked around the café and was surprised so see that it was pretty crowded even at this hour. Most of the costumers were drinking coffee, eating breakfast while reading the newspaper. They all looked like business men to him, and he had gotten pretty good at reading people from all the time he spent on the street. It was a quite small café, but it was cosy and homey. He defiantly liked it. The place had spirit and personality, it wasn't like some dull fast food chain restaurant.
"So," Mr. Delaware said as he sat down, with a cup of coffee and a piece of a toast.
"So," Ry said back.
"I'll begin, I think that's easiest," he said and Ry nodded. "My name is Jonathan Delaware and I work with PR. I am 31 years old and my birthday was two weeks ago. I have my own flat here in the middle of London and I haven't been in a serious relationship with a man for over two years. I was engaged to David but he left me. Apparently he had cheated on me for over a year, stupid as I were I never once even suspected it," Jonathan said with pain in his voice and Ry understood that he was not yet over it. "I have one sister and one brother. My sister lives here in London and she is the one getting married with her fiancé Charles. My sisters' name is Mary. My brother lives in the states, but he is home for the wedding. He works with modeling and no, he isn't gay," Jonathan said with a smile.
"Is he a model or is he doing things on the set?" Ry asked with interest. He had done some modeling himself, but only small jobs which had to do with the porn business or gay magazines. His scar had been covered up, and he looked distinctly different from what he did in the wizarding world, so he didn't have to worry about that.
"He is a photographer. We have worked together in a few PR jobs. I usually work with ideas, the whole act you know. Sometimes I choose the model. I must say that you would have a future in modeling if you put an effort into it."
"The only model I'll ever be is for sex, because I sell and that's all there is to it," he said.
"That's not true, I might find a job for you if you want," Jonathan offered.
"Yeah, maybe," he said.
"My brother's name is Keith and he can be pretty arrogant I guess, so don't let it bother you when you meet. Actually, I think your time with my family would be a whole lot easier if you don't bother with what they say. I must prepare you for the scenario that they might be all over you, asking questions and such. My mum also has a knack for commenting on the way you dress, your hair, everything! Don't let her get to you, she does that to everyone. You look just fine right now."
"Sure," he said with a nod.
"My sister will probably not have that much time for you, since it is her wedding, but she might… Er, squeal a lot. She has never quite grown up. Let's say that we met at a club called the ignorant. They know I use to hang there from time to time. We met about a year ago and we live in separate apartments here in London, but you sleep over at my place from time to time, but let's not tell them that unless we really have to. The less they know about my social life as well as sex life, the better I sleep at night," Jonathan murmured and Ry got the feeling that Delaware family had run everything in his life until recently. By looks of things Jonathan was still struggling to break free from his family's influence.
"Alright, that is the easy part. Now I need to know about you," Jonathan said. Ry gulped. Now what? He never told his clients about himself and quite honestly didn't want to either.
Ry sighed. His mind was running a thousand mile an hour, trying to come up with something to say about himself. The truth was out of the question, so he settled for an edited version. Mixing true facts with slight modifications of the truth and manipulations of facts often worked the best. The risk was that you as well as everyone around you could easily get caught up by the lies, and the lies could be hard to stop after a while. One could be surprised of how easily an evil circle was created.
"Alright, you must know this before I tell you about myself, it is not a pretty story and nor am I comfortable telling you this. I usually don't discuss my private life with my clients," he said seriously and Jonathan nodded. He naturally decided to leave all the magic tales out.
"I understand," he said. Ry nodded. Perhaps this wouldn't be so hard after all, he only needed to sound convincing. Hell, if he could lie to both Snape and Dumbledore he could easily pull this off.
"I have a family, which I don't like and neither do they like me. When I was younger I lived with them and then I left to live with other relatives, that's how I got in contact with… well, prostitution. My uncle, " he said with a disdainful sneer. "Introduced me to a hustler on the street because my uncle wanted some quick money. Apparently business wasn't going very well," he said bitterly and Jonathan's eyes widened. "And no, before you say it, I have never been raped. You see, I do not have any regrets when it comes to sex. I am very sexual, and I live for the.. ah, stimulation." He paused to take a sip of his water and a bite of his sandwich. "After a while my current hustler found me. My reputation was increasing among the customers in my favour, and my current hustler always wants the best. In turn we get the best from him. It's a win-win situation if you ask me. My previous hustler was no good, he gave me some real bad cases sometimes," he said remembering with a frown. Some of his previous costumers had been downright criminal. He hated to entertain horny old men, or worse, old women where everything was hanging. God, he simply hated wrinkly skin. It was probably the only thing that bothered him, even though he didn't really show it.
"Are you saying that you have never regretted anything that you did?" Jonathan wondered. By looks of things he had a hard time believing that.
"In a sense I suppose," he answered lightly. He looked up at Jonathans face. The man looked slightly worried. "I can see you are having problems understanding it. I would too if I weren't the one living it. You must think I am crazy or something. I have heard tales of certain murderers who feel no regret, but I can assure you that that's not me. I am not dangerous. I merely have no inhibitions what so ever about sex." That much was true, he had to admit.
"Have you always been that way, or is it something you have learned after your uncle did this to you?"
"I've always been this way," he answered shortly. He did not like it when people assumed his uncle had forced him to do things. In a sense maybe, but in the end he had wanted to do the "deed." His own uncle had never even tried to do anything sexual with him. Vernon didn't believe in homosexuality.
"So what else is there to know about me… I mostly eat vegetarian… which doesn't really explain this," he said with a slight laugh and pointed towards his sandwich. The tension between them disappeared and Jonathan laughed too. Ry looked on with interest how attractive Delaware looked when he laughed.
"Why do you eat it?" Jonathan asked him and he shrugged. He usually did whatever he wanted. Food made him feel good, so why not eat whatever his body yearned for?
"It looks good, I couldn't resist," he answered.
"Have you ever been in a real relationship?" Ry frowned at question.
"I can hardly see why that is relevant," he said. "If you must know, no I have not. It's a side effect of my job. I simply guess I haven't meet Mr. Right yet."
"Me either, but I will," Jonathan said but it didn't really sound like he believed in it.
"Is there anything else you want to know about me?" he asked slowly.
"What shall we say you do? I bet they are going to ask you. They always do," Jonathan said.
"Let's say I am a model, for various jobs."
"I don't know, my brother may look into that," he said hesitantly and Ry shook his head.
"Let's say it is small jobs, in Asia or something." Jonathan nodded slowly.
"I guess we can say that, so you are familiar with the job?" he asked.
"Yeah, and let's leave it at that. If there is anything else, let's just make it up along the way. I will probably stay as quiet as possible, you can tell people I am really shy or something. Feel free to say whatever, I don't really care. It's not like we are going on mission impossible," he said lightly.
"Oh trust me, you might as well," Jonathan said with a shudder. "If you are finished with that, we should go and try out suits for tonight." Ry nodded and they left the café together. In a way he could look at this job like a vacation of some sort. It certainly did require minimum exercise. He once again sat down in the front seat of the car and looked out the window as they drove past the boring looking buildings. Soon he would go back to Hogwarts, he could hardly wait to seduce half the school.
THE WEDDING
If he hadn't been quite certain that Delaware was homosexual he would have laughed at Jonathan who walked back and forth like a father waiting for his wife to give birth.
"Just relax Jonathan," he said dryly when he came face to face with the pale man. They were just about to enter the reception. The wedding had gone well, considering the fact that no one had had the time to speak to them yet. For the past three minutes he had tried to convince Jonathan that there was no monster inside to eat him. Still, Jonathan was very stubborn and he was sure of the fact that once they walked through the door, his whole bluff would be exposed.
"Relax?" Jonathan repeated slightly hysterical. "How can I do that? In case you've forgotten, my family is in there!" he said loudly. Ry had to hurriedly smile sweetly and lean into a very surprised Jonathan, because some other attendances were walking past and through the doors.
"Keep it down if you really have to freak!" he hissed and took a step back from Jonathans side.
"Sorry," Jonathan whispered embarrassed by his undignified behaviour.
"Look, everything will go just fine, remember, laugh if something goes wrong. Make a joke out of it and drag everyone with you in laugher," he advised and winced as Jonathan laughed slightly hysterical. "On the other hand, leave that maneuver to me," he said and gave Jonathan a sympathetic pat on the back as he guided him over to the doors determinately.
"Deep breath, okay here we go… smile," he said and smiled himself as he entered. As he had predicted quite a few people looked over at them and waved.
"JONATHAN!" a squeal sounded above all else and Ry immediately knew that the bride had spotted them. Apparently Jonathan hadn't lied about that flaw in his sister. He spotted the bride for the second time since being at the church. She had brown hair, and looked pretty normal. She wasn't as good looking as her brother Jonathan, but she wasn't without looks either. All in all Ry would have to say that she looked pretty common. It had been a huge wedding, so many people were at the reception as well.
The bride fell into Jonathan's arms and they exchanged a few words before her eyes fell on Ry.
"Oh and you must be…" she waited for him to fill in his name and he almost froze. He could feel his pulse speed up slightly. Jonathan had forgotten to say what he called him! This was not going as smooth as things usually did for him, normally he could lie himself out of jail.
"This is my partner Peter that I've told you so much about," Jonathan said just a second to late. The awkwardness was already there and Ry decided to try and save it.
"That's right, I am Peter. I would have told you sooner if I hadn't been so stunned by your fabulous looks. You look stunning!" he said with a charming smile and shook her hand.
"How charming!" she giggled. "You've found yourself quite a boy little brother," she said to Jonathan who laughed embarrassedly. Ry suddenly froze when spotted someone that he knew, and that he least expected would be there.
"Jonathan! Let's not keep a hold of your lovely sister on her wedding day! We will have plenty of time to speak later, let's go get drinks," he said quickly and took a tight holding grip on an unsuspecting Jonathan and dragged him off. He walked quickly and shoved him into the toilet and locked the door after him. They stood in darkness for a few seconds until he could find the light switch.
"Are you out of your mind!" Jonathan cried. "We just left her there!"
"Shut up," Ry snarled not so nicely. "Why didn't you tell me you had hustlers in your family?" he asked angrily.
"WHAT?" Jonathan screamed only to quickly be hushed down by Ry's hand.
"Listen to me carefully, I saw a man out there in a blue suit, around fifty, kind of short with black hair with grey in it. He is also often speaking with an American accent."
Jonathan nodded.
"That is my uncle Ronnie. He is the black sheep of the family, he is a drug dealer. What does that have to do with hustlers?" Ry laughed coldly.
"So the precious Ronnie hasn't told you of his other business, has he? He is a hustler Delaware, and a shitty one at that. I know that for a fact since he is my ex hustler. Now he will blow my cover as well. There is no chance in hell I can walk around in here without him recognizing me sooner or later. I am sorry Mr. Delaware, but our deal is off," he said seriously.
"No," Jonathan said. "There has got to be some other way."
"There isn't. Let me go, tell them I got sick or something, I don't care. All I do know is that I need to get out of here before Ronnie figures it out and reveals your pretty little lies."
"Perhaps we can talk to him..."
"Not likely," he cut off. He was about to open the door when someone knocked on it.
"Jonathan, are you in there?"
"Uncle Ronnie?" Jonathan answered automatically and was rewarded by an angry stomp on the foot by Ry. Sometimes he couldn't believe that man! He glared angrily.
"I knew it was you! I haven't seen you in ages. Who was that with you?"
"Fuck," Ry whispered.
"Uh… a friend," Jonathan lied unconvincingly.
"Uh-huh…" Ronnies voice said through the door. "Now cut the bullshit. I know you're in there Ry, open up," Ronnie said and knocked on the door again.
"I have no idea of what you're talking about uncle. I am here alone, my friend went to the bar to get us some drinks."
"Bullshit and you know it. Ry, you better come out or I won't be happy." Ry saw how pointless it was to argue when Ronnie had clearly seen him. He cursed the man for having a good vision, he always had. Ry walked to the door and wrenched it open. Before anyone knew it he was up in Ronnie's face.
"Fuck you," he spat. Ronnie chuckled slightly.
"There always was fierceness in you Ry. Are you still working for that snob?" he asked. Ry shrugged and fished up a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one despite the sign on the wall clearly stating that smoking was off limits.
"If it is Michael you're referring to, then yes I am working for him. I can't see why you're asking however, we both know you already know exactly whom I am working for," he said and pierced the man with a glare. Ronnie chuckled again.
"I had almost forgotten you have a great head on you, unlike all the others on the street. You never did belong with us. Are there any chances of you coming back to my stable?"
"When hell freezes," he smirked. "You never were any good at what you were doing. You should stick to the drugs, at least then you only fuck up for yourself and not others."
"You never seemed to care," Ronnie said and gave him a knowing smile. Ronnie knew that he enjoyed his life.
"I didn't," he confessed. "However there were some your other toys who did in fact care. If they care, I care," he stated.
"You can't save them all."
"I never intended to," Ry said lightly. He looked at Jonathan who looked pretty pale. Poor guy, he never gets a break. Ronnie saw him looking.
"How did you end up with Jonathan?" he asked.
"You know, that's a funny story. Why don't you tell him Jonathan, and pray that he takes pity on you." Jonathan shook his head. "No? You better Jonathan, the sooner you do, the sooner I can get out of here." He had seen the chance for an early escape and he intended to take it.
"Ronnie, listen to him and help him. If you don't I am certain the police will be glad to get an anonymous tip about your business," he threatened and left hurriedly. He shoved past everyone and had almost made it to the door when a strong hand landed on his shoulder, effectively stopping his escape.
"Ry! Oh my god I feel like I just saw you yesterday! How are you and why are you at my sister's wedding?" a man said and smiled at him. Ry felt the horrible feeling of bile rising up his throat and he had to swallow hard to keep from throwing up. Was this nightmare never ending? Before him stood one of his old customers. A customer that had been a regular for almost two years until he went to the states, the same man who was Jonathan's brother. "How are you Ry?" he asked.
"I'm peachy," Ry said sourly and saw how Ronnie and Jonathan walked across the room towards them. Now he just had to wait for the shit to hit the fan…