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The Mother-in-Law

Penulis: Jennifer Reginald
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-20 18:18:07

I watch as the elegant lady takes in her surroundings bit by bit, choosing to totally ignore my presence right in the middle of the room, with her nose way up in the air and the all-too-familiar Rossellini scowl evident on her face.

“I was told I’d find you here,” she drawls.

Her voice is sultry with the edge of a woman who has seen a little too much of the world. A little too fearless, a little too sour.

I take in her dark designer dress and even darker hair, the black heels that enhances her 6’2sih height and the cold darkness around her perfectly shadowed eyes.

I know who she is at once. I’ve heard of her tales more times than I count, heard whispers of her cruelty, her ice and for that reason, I know exactly what she intends to do.

Intimidation and destruction at its highest peak.

I school my features into one of impressive indifference. “Hello, mother-in-law,” I say, articulating each syllable for greater impact.

Like intended, her scowl deepens at the use of the title but as tho
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    I watch as the elegant lady takes in her surroundings bit by bit, choosing to totally ignore my presence right in the middle of the room, with her nose way up in the air and the all-too-familiar Rossellini scowl evident on her face.“I was told I’d find you here,” she drawls.Her voice is sultry with the edge of a woman who has seen a little too much of the world. A little too fearless, a little too sour.I take in her dark designer dress and even darker hair, the black heels that enhances her 6’2sih height and the cold darkness around her perfectly shadowed eyes.I know who she is at once. I’ve heard of her tales more times than I count, heard whispers of her cruelty, her ice and for that reason, I know exactly what she intends to do.Intimidation and destruction at its highest peak.I school my features into one of impressive indifference. “Hello, mother-in-law,” I say, articulating each syllable for greater impact.Like intended, her scowl deepens at the use of the title but as tho

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    ViennaI. Am. Fucked.Not fucked, well at least not in the literal sense. Screwed.Yeah, that’s the word for it. I’m officially screwed. I’ve got to be the most screwed up person in Newark at this point.Marco fucking Rossellini!The bastard should have his head severed and served to his body on a fucking platter. Worse than that because the man deserves a slow and painful death. One that’ll leave him half dead and barely alive. On his knees, pleading, begging for his life like he deserves to.I think of his grip on my arm, the way his face scrunched up in utter disdain when I spoke back at him, the anger on his expression, the wrath, the hatred –Ugh! Motherfucker.Dear Father, what did you get me into this time?How cruel can a man be, how spiteful is he to lock his wife up for speaking back at him?How much of a fucked up, manipulative bastard can Marco Rossellini be?But more importantly . . . what would he have done if I went further? Could it have been worse? Could this have end

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  • Beneath The Mafia's Vow   Kill or Pass

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