Tony would show them what for. And he would give Angela what for too. She was shaping up to be a perfect partner for some of his ‘more interesting’ toys and games. He would work on her.
He was there, in the house. He had a set of keys to the front door… and he made certain he knew exactly how to get back in again in the event that at any time the locks were changed or blocked. It wasn’t his house. Angela wasn’t his wife. Max and Mark weren’t his kids. But none of that would bother him.