Rebel must see him at the same time I do. Slowly, shakily, he gets to his feet. The man I was naked with, so caught up in only ten minutes ago, is completely gone. It’s like he never even existed. “Motherfucker,” Rebel snarls. “He should never have come here. He should never have known. I am going to fucking destroy him.”
Right there, in front of everyone, Hector raises his glass and smiles at Rebel. If the message he’s sending with the dead girl on the floor isn’t enough, the one in his eyes is crystal clear:
Bring it on, Rebel. Do your fucking worst.