Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ian set his mother down on the ground and stepped toward the men in black suits. Both of them appeared to be over sixty. The one with a full head of shiny white hair combed neatly back wiped his glasses with a handkerchief before stuffing it back into his pocket and putting his glasses on.
The other man with a bald patch in the middle and a mixture of thinning white and gray hair on the sides of his head put a hand on Clay’s shoulder and stepped forward.
Elders, Ian thought. “We’re leaving no matter what. You guys can just step away, or we can do this the hard way.”
“Ian.” The man who’d stepped forward took another step closer to him. “We won’t harm you. Come with us.”
A corner of Ian’s lips hooked into a cocky grin. “Step within my reach and I’ll break your neck.
