Michael’s mother yelped. “Mark,” she squeaked, but his father only leaned forward and stepped even closer, intending to double down.
“And then you kill the rest of our family. Our cousins and their loved ones. Our friends. Everyone who cares about us, and then everyone who cares about them. And by the time you’re done killing over a hundred people, you will still be saving face when compared to what will happen to your reputation if you take our son and leave us alive.”
Mark stepped forward once again, even while trembling, and Michael could tell that Griffin was taken aback. Thinking. Considering.
“You want to be accepted by the world, and yet you’ll kidnap our boy?” Mark asked, taking another step. “Who did nothing that your man didn’t do a dozen times over.”
Griffin was d
