Truett Florida Gators Novels & Stories

Then I got into position. Florida Gulf Coast University were already warmed up and waiting, and the moment I got a proper look at them I understood why they'd made the finals. They were like walking buffalos on two legs. Their captain, Bryce Holloway, was exactly the six foot two problem Nate had described in the locker room, skating a slow circle near center ice with a scary ease. We went through the pre-game ceremony—I avoided eye contact with Holloway—then the puck dropped and the Gulf Coast players came at us immediately.

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.