The Despised Son-in-law Is A Mafia Boss

Chapter 2

Mason had to give his wife Samantha and her other two friends leg massage before he could be allowed to have something to fill his stomach. Nevertheless, he was grateful. He couldn't count the number of times he had to sleep on an empty stomach after getting punished by his mother-in-law who loathed his existence to the core.

Night came and after making all the dinner preparation, Mason joined the family for dinner. Ever since he married Samantha, he was reduced to the family's exclusive chef.

Although humiliating, he shoved back his bitterness and did everything without any complaints.

He was very much aware that a complaint would not end well for him. If anything, it will only land him into serious trouble and trouble is what he has always avoided.

The mood at the table was joyous, that's until he made his way and sat next to his wife Samantha.

Susan, Samantha's mother and his mother-in-law as usual started picking on him.

"Hey you useless trash, go get me lukewarm water from the kitchen. How many times do I have to remind you that when you serve food , I must find a glass of warm water on my table?" She commanded in a not so friendly tone.

Mason can swear that if looks can kill, he would be rotting six feet down already from the hateful glares from Susan.

"Yes, mother." Mason replied timidly as he stood up to head to the kitchen.

"Who is your mother? Do you think I have such a useless piece of garbage as a son? If it was not being forced by the old master,do you think I can stand looking at your ugly face and clumsy self?" she berated.

"It's Madam Susan for you. Let me never hear you call me your mother. The thought of it really disgusts me." She added, her tone contemptuous.

"Yes, Madam Susan." Mason made his way to the kitchen, cursing how unlucky he was to catch the evil witch's attention.

All he prayed for was to have his dinner in peace and go to bed, that is if nobody found it fun to wet his bed.

That was not something new to him over the last three years.

He would work tirelessly from morning to night only to be greeted by a wet bed when he retires for the night.

He always found it to be unfair but knew best to not complain about it.

He could still remember what happened to him when he tried voicing out his concerns.

"You should be grateful we allow you to set your poor feet into this house. Even if it was to be a pigs house in the Huttons family, it still wouldn't compare to the dustbin you called a house." His wife, Samantha had berated then before throwing him out of the house with not even a single blanket.

That night, he had to endure the cold night with nothing but a light shirt.

To him it's better to have a roof under his head than to have to deal with the Cold winds at night.

The following day, he woke up running a fever but nobody cared about whether he would die or not.

To them, maybe his death would be the happiest news they could get.

They never failed to express their dissatisfaction of him being a member of the Hutton's family.

Susan especially was very vocal about how unfair it is for his daughter to marry a poor man.

To them, being poor is akin to possessing a deadly contagious disease.

To them, poor people are not people worth living.

A minute later, Mason appeared from the kitchen,a glass of warm water as requested by his mother-in-law at hand.

He walked to her side before placing it on the table and bowing slightly.

Standing near her, he waited for her to see whether the water was up to her expectations.

She has always been a demanding person and getting complaints from her was not something new.

When the glass touched Susan's lips, she let out a yelp before splashing all the water to Mason's face.

"Bastard, are you planning to burn my tongue! Are you doing this to get back at me for giving you a hard time?" She accused, her face twisted to an ugly scowl.

"Calm down, Mother. Don't get upset over such trivial matters. We both know that he's clumsy. He never knows how to do things right." Samantha said, trying to calm down and placate her mother.

"What were you expecting from a poor good-for-nothing like him? " Davis, Samantha's mother chirped in.

Although he rarely takes note of Mason, that doesn't mean that he's friendly to him.

According to him, his sister should have married someone Influential. A political marriage would be best since she could help them secure more connections for their businesses.

But alas! Their wishes were trampled down when the old man arrived home one evening with a shabbily dressed man who screamed of nothing but poverty.

The old man had then announced their marriage, threatening to remove their family from the Hutton family branch if Samantha dared defy his orders.

Left with no avenue for escape, Samantha was forced to marry Mason and that was the beginning of Mason's three year hell experience.

"Get out of my sight and make sure I don't get to see you again for the night." She commanded.

Mason could only sigh, ' I guess it's another night for me with an empty stomach. I'm just glad my wife allowed me to eat something earlier or else I would really starve to death before morning comes' Mason said inwardly as he made his way upstairs.

He was so tired that he slept off immediately his body hit the bed.

Having walked to and from the market, coupled with doing household chores and attending to his wife and friends, Mason was really exhausted.

He was in the middle of a sweet dream when cold water forcefully pulled him away from his fantasy.