“I’m just a little bit sick of being shot at over a girl.”
“A girl…” I drawled, narrowing my eyes on him. “You need to get over whatever shit you have going on in there,” I said, tapping his forehead. “Because she is clearly important to both me and Tristan. I thought before all this went down, you were starting to feel something for her too. Even now, when she was excited to see you, you smiled.”
“Fuck off, Seb. I’m not going to get gooey-eyed over a piece of pussy.”
He went to push past me, but I laughed and stepped into his way. This really wasn’t the fucking day. He glared at me and crossed his arms. He was an intimidating fucker, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with talking about Scarlet with the same tone her father spoke about her. Even if he didn’t like her, she deserved respect.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that, Elliot.”
“Get. The fuck. Out of. My way.”
I laughed again and, before he could see it coming, kneed him right in the balls like I had done to the poor sucker on the floor next to us. Normally I wouldn’t have taken such a cheap shot, but honestly, he deserved it. Elliot doubled over, coughing and his face turning red. I smiled and watched as he fell to his knees on the floor.
“I’ll let you recover while I round up the guys and make sure they’re out of here before we torch it. Make sure you’re out too. I’m not coming back to check.”