T R I C I A
"It’s been months since you went there, and not once have you given me a positive feedback. Are you forgetting why I sent you there? Because it seems like you are forgetting," My mother hissed into my phone, her voice a low, venomous whisper.
"How many times will I tell you that his wife is an insecure b***h who didn’t want me anywhere near their house? And Dominic listens to every damn thing she says, so how was I supposed to carry on with our plans when I’m basically living in the boys quarters?! So it’s a bit hard to carry out your plan, mother." I shot back, my own frustration boiling over.
I had escaped to the one place I knew the cameras wouldn't reach: the small, disused conservatory at the back of the pack house. It smelled of damp earth and forgotten bouquets, a fi
