"You're late, you know you have a curfew, right?" Keira exclaimed in a deep voice, staring at him in an intimidating look.

"I'm sorry, we did some school projects with my classmates, that's why I came home late..." Her step son apologized in a nervous tone, looking down.

"Is that it?" She mumbled. She leaned in closer and placed a hand on his waist, pulling him closer. "Be mommy's good boy and behave, because we're going to talk in your room, honey."