Marcus stood , watching Ava walk out through the Church's entrance.
He wasn't going to chase after her, neither would he bargain or plead with her. She was strong willed, and very opinionated, but he was Marcus Thompson, and in complete control of what went on in BlueBird, and in Orleans.
Yes, he loved Ava.
But no, he wasn't a puppet. In time, Ava would come around, if she wanted to. He had passed the message to her.
He needed a nanny for Anthonio, and a status to maintain.
She needed to pay her bills to gain her freedom.
Hers was more important than his, but he couldn't imagine his life without her. As for a nanny, he could look else where, if she never agreed, but then, she already understood working for Orleans, would be a sentence of a life time, and he would never have her for a wife.
Damn, Ava!!!! Marcus cursed. She was more complicated than all the tech errors, he had worked on, and he wondered if she would resent him further, when he would reveal his identity.
