“I’m in charge of where he goes.” Mark’s nostrils flared with temper. “He’s my brother.” “No, you fucking cretin,” I seethed, whacking his hand away when he tried to grab my friend. “He’s my brother. Now get out of our way.” He smiled darkly. “Make me, egghead.” Now, I rarely lost my temper; in fact, I was praised on my ability to keep the head, but this bully drew the worst out of me.
