“She is the mother of my son," he said, his tone icy. "While you are a nobody to me. What made you think you can insult her to my face?"

He pulled the door closed, forcing her to back away, and then snapped at Ross, "Drive!"

Ross had overheard every bit of their conversation, and couldn't be more pleased with its result. Still, he wasn't as cruel as his master. "It may not be a good idea, Mr. Fowler," he said as he started the engine. "What if she runs into some hooligans if we leave her all by herself?"

"I don't care!"

Marcus glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the girl stamping her feet, no doubt throwing a tantrum.