Ian knew they were being followed. He kept Tracey close, his eyes darting toward their reflection in the shop windows."Go," he whispered.She shook her head, gripping his arm tightly. Ian had no choice but to lead her away quickly. As they reached the gate of the rest house, he caught a sudden movement in his peripheral vision—one of the men had thrown a glass bottle directly at his head. With a professional reflex, Ian delivered a high kick, shattering the bottle in mid-air."Ian!" Tracey gasped, clutching his arm. "Are you hurt?""Baby, go inside," he said, his eyes turning murderous. He slid a key into her hand. If this was because of those brats from the yacht calling their boyfriends, he was going to finish it. Tracey rushed inside, her hands shaking."You're already trespassing on my property," Ian said coldly to the six men. They only laughed, though one of them tried to pull the leader back."Let's go. We shouldn't do this," the cautious one pleaded."Just watch the back!" Ja
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