In a muddy suit, beaten with zip-tie indentations around his wrists, Keyon got into Lorenzo’s car in the mountains. Squished between two mafia thugs, they drove in silence back to the city and headed to the industrial district on the edge of town.
All the way back to the city, Keyon inwardly beat himself up over what happened to Huck. He had no right to get involved with someone as sweet and innocent as Huck. He had no business seeing or talking to the country singer after that wedding. The man’s friends hated him, and they had every right to do so. Keyon was a jaded self-centered emotionless prick, and Huck was an unsophisticated country bumpkin from the mountains who didn’t have an ounce of self-preservation. They didn’t belong together. It was over as it should be. He wasn’t going to see Huck again. If Keyon saw Huck again, he would ruin Huck’s life, and what just happened highlighted that in neon.