"Fear is like an incurable poison.Once someone injects it in you, you can't stop its flow in your veins. Even if you can, the damage was already done. The pain was already inflicted"
TW ⚠️⚠️: violence and language
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THIRD PERSON POV-
"No, you can't be here." Beatrice Morretti says to Angelina. Several emotions present in her eyes.
"Why not?" Angelina asks mockingly. She jumps down from the broken window and lands not too far away from the dining table.
"Who are you?" Aleandro Ricardo, the eldest child, asks menacingly. "And how did you get through security."
"Pfft. Haha, HAHAHHHAHA!!" Angelina laughs loudly. "For a mafia you sure have shitty security you know that?"
"Mom?" Olivia Ricardo, the youngest child and only daughter, questions her mother. "Who is she? And what does she mean by 'family'?"
"Oh, but of course Beatrice. Who am I?" Angelina taunts, "WHO, could I possibly be? Who, huh?"
"You need to leave. You being here puts everyone her in danger!" Beatrice yells.
"Me? I'm the danger? Don't give me that shit! I hate you so fucking much! You know why? Because even after all this time, you gaslight, manipulate, and trick me. Or at least try to. What the fuck are you getting at this time, huh!?!"
"I told you, you need to go."
"Or else? Or else what huh!?!"
"Listen to her." The Italian Mafia Don, Emilio Ricardo, sternly speaks up. "I'm not sure who you are, and I don't think I need to know. So how about you leave before I have my men capture you and torture you."
"Woah, an astounding threat. Yet it seems like your wife is already wayyy ahead of you buddy, but good thinking anyway." Angelina locks eyes with Beatrice once more, "I won't give you some BS introduction or apology , no. Fuck you! I despise you! Hell, what's stopping me from killing you right now? Right here!" She says with an aggressive tone, yet maintains her cool. She would love to yell her heart out, to pour out every ounce of hatred that remains in her heart. Yet no matter how much she wants to, she can't. No she mustn't, because she knows what would happen.
"Them." She uses her eyes to indicate the objects of her words, "You kill me, they lose a mother."
"Does it look like I give a shit? I'll kill them all too."
"Don't you forget that I'm the Donna of the Italian Mafia. The death of anyone in this room means war."
"War?" Angelina scoffs,"You think I care about war? No, I don't. I always thought that you were selfish, but now I know that it's me. I still believe that you're a bitch. I still believe that you don't truly love them. I know that-"
"No." Beatrice cuts Angelina off. "I do love them. I'm not heartless, I simply never cared for you."
"You, you little," Angelina takes a deep breath, calming her boiling pot rage that is beginning to overfill and could burn someone. "I get it. You're delusional. As delusional as ever."
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Vengeful Promise - (Ongoing)
Random"Mama, I want my tweddie" 4 year old Angelina says to her mother, with her voice cracking. "Shut up!" Beatrice, Angelina's mother, shouts back, as she grabs Angelina's tiny arm in her hand harshly and shoves her into the arms of an unfamiliar man. "...
