Elliot knew, before he even turned around, whom that voice belonged to. If there was one person in this whole place that could make a situation like this worse… it was Brandon Stone. Elliot’s brows drew into an even deeper frown as he pivoted around to face Stone. The control he had on his volatile temper was held together by a very thin thread. If his rival said one wrong thing…
And he did. Of course. After the calamity Sing Sing had just been through today, Stone actually had the fucking audacity to poke at the raw wound? The guy really was a fucking asshole. It was no wonder an attack had happened, with a guy like Stone in one of the leadership seats. Elliot took a deep breath and let it out in a loud huff. He couldn’t afford to waste time like this, much as he wanted to smash Stone’s face in for what he was saying about Rae.
“I don’t have time to deal with your shit right now, Stone,” he ground out, turning back toward the car he planned to commandeer.
Normally, Elliot wasn’t so easily baited by personal attacks to himself. It was usually attacks aimed at his girlfriend or brother, but today, right now, when Stone referred to him as a whiny little bitch — that was all it took to snap the thin thread securing his temper.
Using his own momentum, he swung his arm around to clock Stone across the face with his fist. He’d bested the man before, and he could do it again, but he resolved to do it quickly. Put Stone down fast and hard, so that he could go after his girlfriend.