Wayne was pissed off. These jerks, trying to mess with Paige, even had the nerve to target his home.
Luck had it that his little girl wasn't home at the time. If they'd scared his daughter, he wouldn't give a damn whose kin they were. He'd make sure they'd do more than a mere week in the cooler.
"Baillie will sort it out. They won't mess with Paige again," Wayne said.
By evening.
Davin and the rest were let out, faces covered in grime and looking like they'd been dragged through the mud. No one was there to pick them up.
Davin uttered a profanity in frustration. He distinctly remembered almost coughing up blood from Baillie's kick. But after a check-up, there was nothing wrong. Yet the pain he felt was real.
"Hunny, Peyton didn't come to pick us up!"
Davin was fuming, with no place to vent his anger.
"They screwed us over! We can't let them off the hook, they need to pay us back double! They owe us for emotional distress!"
"Right! They owe us for emotional distress! Does anyone know where Paige's company is?"
"It's the construction site Davin showed us last time, I remember the address!" Someone quickly chimed in.
"Let's roll! We'll kick up a fuss, let's see if she'd rather pay up or embarrass herself!"
The group was ready to call a cab. But then, two vans pulled up in front of them.
"Wow, a Mercedes!"
Before they could react, a man stepped out of the car, gave them a once-over: "Which one of you is Davin?"
Davin was taken aback, then asked, "Who are you guys?"
"You want money, right? My boss sent me to pick you up, to discuss the matter," the man said.
"Grant?"
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