Mama vs. The Crime Boss: Mommy’s Angel

"Were you happy to see your husband? I kept him alive so you could see him again." Irena aimed her revolver at Amy’s throat.

"You’re a bitch." Amy gave Irena a piece of her mind. Her seething hatred for Irena consumed her fear of being shot.

"Don’t be mad. I’m only trying to help you. Remember, we’re the same, so we can’t be enemies." Irena snickered. She looked Amy up and down, almost in admiration.

"We’re not the same! I’m nothing like you, bitch!" Amy had been waiting to call Irena a bitch, and the word rolled off of her tongue a few times like butter.