DAMIAN
“f**k! f**k! f**k!” I slammed my hand aggressively on my steering wheel, my mind hazy with thoughts. How did I get myself into this mess? Monique was a psycho, and I just fell right into her clutches.
I drove like a madman all the way home. I could feel my heart racing as I clutched the steering wheel, trying to beat the traffic.
I jumped out of the car before it was barely parked and dashed inside. The moment I got in, I yelled for Molly. She came running from the kitchen.
"Call a technician," I barked. "Now!"
She nodded and hurried off. I began to walk around the house, looking out for cameras. I had to find out if Monique had also bugged my house. If she had, I had to get rid of the cameras before Amelia returned.
"The technician is on his way, sir," Molly returned. “Sir,
