353. THE BARNYARD FIGHT
ELLIOT
"I'M NOT LETTING GO OF ANYONE! GO FIND ANOTHER DAMN PARTNER!" I roared at the idiot beside me, who was already eyeing my female.
He was about to gamble away a full set of teeth if he even thought about trying something.
"Ouch!" I groaned, caught off guard by the sudden sting in my foot.
Katherine had stomped down hard on it with the sharp heel of her boot, using my moment of distraction to shove me and slip from my arms.
"Ka—damn it… Rossella!" I nearly let her real name slip. I didn’t want her finding out the truth like this.
She disappeared into the cluster of women. I was about to chase after her like a madman when someone grabbed my arm.
I turned, ready to land my fist in whoever’s face had the audacity to stop me, rage rising to a feral level—until I saw it was an elderly woman.
"Easy there, young man, calm yourself," she said, dragging me toward a table and forcing me to sit despite my resistance.
What was I supposed to do? Shove her? Of course not.
Still, my eyes kept da