Unknown POV
Donna was cursing under her breath. Her hands flew across the room as she paced the private suite, anger slicing through every step she took.
“Idiots. Filthy idiots. The police planted surveillance cameras in my damn house. My house!” she shouted.
Sasha sat stiff in the corner, and Dominic leaned against the glass cabinet, arms folded. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept in a week. He probably hadn’t.
Donna ran her hands through her hair. “If they had found this suite, we’d be in handcuffs by now. God knows I would’ve been dragged out in heels and handcuffs like some cheap criminal.”
“At least they didn’t,” Dominic said, his voice low. “I had to sneak in through the back to get here. If the police saw me and you meeting behind closed doors, we wouldn’t be able to defend
