Just Five Minutes (#2 in the 100 Challenge)

100 words for the 100 Challenge.


  Hold your breath. Count to ten. 
Would that work? Quell the anger rearing in his gut? Stop the sting behind his red-ringed eyes? 

He hadn't meant to cry. He was a grown man. He didn't do shit like that. But his emotions had betrayed him and now he needed a damn tissue. Actually, no. He didn't need a tissue, he needed a baseball bat and five minutes with Chase Winters and his adulterous dick.

A smile crept across his lips as he bent down and reac...