Brayden wasn’t sure what he expected, and it happened so suddenly he never thought to call out. Once off the street he found himself facing the rather stoic figure of Silas Prescott. Though Brayden had often declared Silas was past his prime, the latter remained as imposing as ever. The cold glare he gave the younger man now was one of confident authority.
“Thank you, Mike,” Silas greeted one of the burly men. The other nodded, but maintained his intimidating silence.
“Now, hold on,” Brayden suddenly spoke in a panicked voice. “Y-you can’t touch me. There are laws.”
“Oh really?” Silas asked. “Well, there are no cameras here, so it’s really my word against yours, isn’t it?”
“There are witnesses…”
“Who? Mike and Don?” Silas asked. “You should be aware they work for me and have for years
