Rebecca: "..." Him again.

"Who the hell are you?" Michael struggled up from where he'd been kicked down.

Looking up, he pointed at Zachary, "Do you know who my father is?"

Zachary flexed his wrist, responding coldly, "You'd better not tell me who your father is."

"My father is—" Before he could finish, Zachary cut in, "Are you sure you want to say it?"

If he dared speak, Zachary would make sure he'd be begging on the streets tomorrow - he could try and find ...