He went to the car, running a hand across the dents and making a fierce face. Just another thing to add to the to-do list. A quick assessment said the car was still drivable, at least back to the garage. He could get this sorted out and think about what he was going to do about Marcella later.
"The cunt will get what is coming to her," he promised, straightening up and growling under his breath. He tested the doors, opening the back one so Sparta could jump in, and then hurriedly leaning in to unbuckle the baby seat and take it out. He did NOT want the guys seeing that.