Adriano Di Lauro

For a moment I don't think I'll make it in time, but my feet seem to fly and I stop her hand just a few millimeters from my wife's face.

Blood rushes through my veins feverishly, bubbling at the boiling point of hers and as it boils higher, the chill in my gaze grows. It is a trait that characterizes me: hot inside, cold outside.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on my wife". My voice is barely a hoarse whisper. "Not even with your thought".

"She offended me!" The old woman protests.

"I don't give a damn", I state. I've been too easy on you, Francesca, and you know why, but I'm still in control here. Don't tempt me because in this story you are the loser".

She tries to retort, but she stops before she can. She doesn't have a hair of stupid and she knows what's good for her.

"Get out of my sight before I kick you out of this house" I order before giving my wife my full attention. The first thing I do is review her status in detail and then, I glare at her.

"Don't look at me