Good girls go to heaven; bad girls get to fuck Monroe. Probably that doesn’t sound like a bad thing considering all the stuff I’ve said about how he fucks but you know how sometimes you just want a quick fuck? You know wham, bam, thank you ma’am, that kinda thing. With Monroe it isn’t ever like that, there’s drama and effort. I don’t mind putting in the effort if it’s with someone I actually want to sleep with, like Montana. Take last night for example, after I finished filling you in on my life I had to go over to Monroe’s to ‘talk’ about the upcoming job. The talking lasted all of two minutes and then it was time to make him happy. He liked it rough and to be honest it was a good time to take out my anger on him, when people whip others it’s for a sexual thrill, when I whip him its because I hate him. He said he loves me because I don’t hold back, I do; if I didn’t I would kill him. And so when I put those cigarettes out on his chest, it wasn’t because I was getting carried away in the moment, it was because I wanted to cause him pain, even if it was just a fraction of what he inflicted upon me. The cigarettes were mild compared to what I’ve done to him in the past and yet nothing fazed him, not even when I pulled out the massive dildo, I mean there’s only one place I was shoving that and do you think he battered an eyelid? He didn’t even flinch. I’m sure you needed to know that little bit of information.

             Your probably wondering how such a cunt ended up in my life? It wasn’t exactly by accident. I knew who he was long before he knew me. I’d sussed him out as a rising star in the underworld and he was my competition. We both wanted the same thing, we both wanted to be top dog in this town, only one us would succeed and I figured I had to get him out of the way. Things didn’t exactly turn out the way I wanted, mostly I lost my temper, saw red and the next thing I know I’m in some shitty motel covered in someone else’s blood with a dead guy laying on the floor. I was new to town and I didn’t know the right kind of people to get me out of the mess I’d created. So I’d cleaned myself up and gone to the local, I knew Monroe would be there, I made my introductions although turned out he knew all about me. We chatted, we drank and then I unfortunately had to ask for his help. He was a gentleman and along with Montana sorted out everything. I’d meet Montana briefly a few nights before, I knew he was undercover the moment I saw him, Monroe however was not that smart. So anyway since I’d asked him to cover up a murder, I was in his debt. A whirlwind romance began and I had no choice but to step back as he progressed up the career ladder. So why aren’t we still together? Well shit happened and then the shit got bad so the only thing to do was walk away and avoid him. I would have done pretty damn well; I mean I’d made it two years without running into him which was quite an achievement given we both moved in the same circles. In fact everything was going great for me until G walked into my life with an ultimatum. Jail or help him. I could have gone to jail but to be honest I wouldn’t make it out alive and the thought of taking down Monroe was just too good to refuse.

             Really I should probably just take my chances in jail, Montana was in with Monroe for over two years and nothing he got would stick. It’s like Monroe had some fucking super power or something. I think the only reason Montana didn’t end up dead was because somewhere inside Monroe has respect for him. I think it’s mostly to do with Montana’s view of the law being a little grey and fuzzy. So now it’s down to me, I am the filths last resort and to be honest they really are scraping the barrel. I couldn’t be trusted with anything and knowing I was the only option that had made me smile a little. Okay, I lie. It made me smile a lot.

            So after a night of playing with fire I got to spend my day with him too. At least it wasn’t boring, there’s always something going down and if you were really lucky like I was you get to see exactly what the devil can do. I got to watch while Monroe killed a man with his bare hands. The poor dumb shit accidentally fucked up a job that Monroe has spent months meticulously planning. In a split second he went from normal to a crazy eyed psychopath, smashing the guys head onto the concrete floor, snarling and just repeatedly bouncing his head off the floor like he was a toy. I’d seen it all before, I’d seen him go from a family man to a raging killer within moments. Once Monroe had worked out his aggression on what was left of the poor guys head he turned to me, looked me dead in the eyes for what felt like forever. I thought I was next on the hit list until he smiled and suggested we got some lunch, I guess murder works up an appetite.  

             Shit, I have to go. Someone’s at the door. Where the fuck did I put my gun?