Page 63 of Gabriel
“What are the odds it’s one of them?” Felix cracks his knuckles and rolls his neck before shaking out his arms to loosen his limbs.
“No,” I warn.
“He said six. Six is a reasonable number.”
“Not for what you have in mind,” Julio deadpans.
Felix wants to argue. It’s written all over his face. “Yourmachismois showing. Put that shit away.”
“Fuck you.” His nostrils flare.
“Knock it off,” Julio growls. “And pay attention. The sooner we figure this out, the easier shit will be for Cecilia. No woman deserves to go through what she’s been through and have the prick who hurt her still walking around free.”
“Is there a reason we don’t go straight to the source?” Felix asks. “We know Holt is involved, right? He knows who hurt her. Might even be protecting them?”
I nod.
“Then why aren’t we knocking down the door of Zeta Pi and demanding some answers?”
“You know why,” I grind out.
“Let me?—“
“No!” Julio and I shout in unison.
“You two never let me have any fun.”
“That’s because your fun ends with bloodshed, followed by your ass in handcuffs.”
Felix scoffs. “I don’t get stuck wearing them for long.”
“Have you given any thought to what comes next?” Julio asks.
Confusion draws my brows together. “What do you mean?”
“He means,” Felix drawls, “let’s say we find the bastard. We figure out who hurt your girl without any doubt. Then what?”
“We deal with them.” Obviously.
Felix’s dark brown eyes glimmer. “Yeah.” He smiles, but not the normal carefree one he reserves for pretty girls and friends. This one has a vicious edge to it. “And how do you suppose we do that?” He leans back and spreads his arms wide across the back of the couch. Raising a single brow, he turns from me to Julio and back, meeting both of our gazes. “My ideas aren’t so crazy now, are they?”
“You wanted to pummel answers out of innocent bystanders,” I remind him.
“We don’t know they’re innocent.”
“We don’t know they’re guilty either, dickhead. And if we’re going to risk being benched, or hell, face expulsion, it better be because we beat the shit out of the right guy.”
“But there will be ass kicking, right? You just want to make sure they’re—” he uses air quotes, “not innocent.”
Oh, my fucking god.
“I don’t know. Okay. And until I do, you can’t go messing around with guys on the team.”
“You’re fucking with Holt.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
