Under Our Skin

I get back to my quarters and head for the shower. I can’t help but hope that the water washes off this piss-poor mood I am currently in. We have cut Mother’s supporters in half between the five of us. The remaining supporters should drop off quickly.

This thought alone should make me happy; however, it doesn’t feel like I am doing enough. It feels like doing busy work instead of going for the kill shot I hoped would present itself. Of course, the viper of a woman wouldn’t show her weak points.

I dressed to return to the war room, as we have been calling it. Leaving all matters regarding this on the upper levels ensures we have no leaks. We cannot afford any mistakes. I look at the videos that Saint has been sending of my girls. Winnie has been growing in confidence around the members. The feeling of jealousy isn’t something I have had little experience with, but I feel it now. I hate I am missing out on more of Winnie’s life. Missed out on the first part of her life and didn’t want t