Nathan didn’t even flinch. He glared at the thug and waved the paper in front of him, taunting. “I said this property belongs to the Paragon Group, and you have no authority to occupy it!” He shoved the papers into Emma’s hand before she could dart out of his sight. Then he turned back to the men. “So grab your bags and leave!”
The thugs burst into laughter, exchanging glances with their companions, who had stopped what they were doing to watch the drama unfold, as if waiting and biding their time to attack. The one gripping the long silver chain in a threatening stance, stepped forward, nearly nose-to-nose with Nathan.
“Why don’t you take your pretty face out of here before we ruin it for you, huh?” the man snarled. “Get out of here, pretty boy.”
“You get out,” Nathan shot back, his vo
