"If you have no one else on this fucking earth you can't trust, just know that you can trust me with your life, you hear me? We can be on the opposite sides of the game and I'll always have your back!"
"Tariq, you're high and we're in the middle of...
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AFTER getting out of Cane's car, Rio and Tariq walked further into the Stansfield campus, tucked into themselves due to the crisp and cold weather. As we got closer to the quad, there were a bunch of people that stood around with candles in their hands, taking amongst the small groups they were in. Rio was just zipping up the boy's coat on her when she saw Lauren walk over to them.
"Hey guys." She smiled. "Glad you could make it." She said. She glanced at the coat the other girl had on, giving her a once over before uncomfortably clearing her throat. "Your father was a very impressive man." Lauren said to Tariq. Rio furrowed her brows as they continued walking, only stopping when the boy in the middle did. She looked over at him confused, following his line of sight to see a picture of James St.Patrick. The girl sighed, stuffing her hand into the coat pocket as she continued to stare at the picture.
Her relationship with James St.Patrick was complicated. The man and her father were business partners. They did a lot of things together. But they were also like brothers, growing up with him and Tommy. But when shit stared to go left in their family, it was like Ronaldo Augustine got the short end of the stick. Rio saw her family fall apart right before her eyes. James was having an affair, Tommy was in and out of shit with the game, due to Ghosts negligence. And Ronaldo. Shit got so bad that he had to fall off the grid, because what he was dealing with was no simple drug matter. It was something international.
Deep down, she couldn't help but blame Uncle J for things being the way they were. Maybe if he never came back in contact with Angela, things would be fine. They would be simple. Maybe if he didn't start neglecting his duties to the game he created, Rio would have her family. But she also couldn't put it all on him, her father was to blame too. Ghost wanted out of the game for a long time, but everyone around him kept pulling him in until he snapped.
So, she felt indifferent, personally, about the vigil. But she was kind of ticked off when she realized that the man's son didn't even know it would be happening. They didn't even have time to dwell in their shock before they heard a voice.
"Tariq!" They looked over to see Professor Milgram walk over, the woman calling out his name gaining the attention of the crowd. "There's still time to say something if you want." She said, a soft smile on her face. Everyone was looking at him, mummers going through out the crowd as people started to pull out their phone and snap pictures. Rio looked between everyone, catching Mr.Reynolds eyes over Milgrams shoulder. She scoffed softly before pulling the hood over her head. She turned around, her back facing the crowd. "Are you okay?" She asked the boy softly.
