"You've gone too far this time, Ace!" The matriarch yelled as she stormed into her room.
"Far?" He scoffed, slamming the door shut behind him. "I barely did enough. I should have killed him!"
She spinned around, her chest puffing and her nose flaring. "You will watch your tongue in my presence! That is my son you're talking about!"
"And I am your grandson. The heir to this fucked up clown of a family. Where everyone would rather walk in shells than tell the fucking truth!" He ran a hand across his hair in frustration.
"First of all, watch your tone! Secondly, what truth are you talking about?"
"That you last son is a degenerate piece of shit, who runs around doing Celine's dirty work, and also tried to sexually assault my wife. And don't even dare tell me about hearsay, because I saw it with my very own eyes."
"And you're sure you saw or heard correctly? You've not considered the po—"
