“Beatrice,” Marcus interrupted, his voice dropping an octave into a low, lethal register. “If you don’t shut your mouth in the next two seconds, I will have the sheriff evict you from that house before dinner is even cold. And as for you, Ethan...”
Marcus paused, letting the silence stretch until Ethan was practically sweating through his shirt.
“Pack your bags. You have exactly one hour to clear your personal belongings out of my property. The deed is being transferred back into Maya’s name as we speak. If you are still standing on that threshold sixty minutes from now, I will personally ruin every business credit line you possess before the sun sets.”