Memoirs Of A Kingpins Wife

intro

The curtain Rises up as the guards come down literally and metaphorically.... I'm ready. Yes I'm finally ready! People look in astonishment as i pass, i can hear the whispers, and camera flicks in between the very pushy reporters screaming for my attention " this way!" ......" is it true?" ...."do you have any comment?" as security ushers me through the crowd into the awaiting car.

Monique in the flesh. Once safely secured into the SUV I removed my heavy dark sunglasses.
I attempted to inhale a deep meaningful breath to release the negative energy i had passed through on my journey into the car but that breath was cut short.

"So its true? The self proclaimed bitch stories of you having a complete disreguard for anything or anyone other than yourself! Your husband once ......."

"GIRL!!!" i abruptly interrupted
"We're not getting off to the best starts! I dont do bitching whinning or chastising of any sort soooooo if thats what you think this is you have the wrong muse baby girl" i continue digging in my purse for a long awaited cigarette.

"I was just making an observation, you didnt even introduce yourself when you got in or...." she attempted to finish

"Im sorry what was your name again?" i curtly interrupted "Jina right? Yea Jina! Listen closely Jina" i snubbed as i leaned in closely twords her....
"understand my life is like each person that came from a similar background. My tatted hands, clutch the voice box of alot of our stories, laying the ink into a map alot of us followed! When you read these maps, You will find a significant difference.
Mine is the untold story of a successful mastermind." i smuggly continued as i now leaned back comfortably in the seat and proceeded to light my cigarette

"You see Jina ... The world wants you to believe if you go against the grain you land in one of two places. Jail or a cemetery and thats not always true there is a third option..... success! Ginuwine success not the street fame i bypassed and left that for those who never had it when i was 19 years old"
So you started to mention my husband? which one ? The "mastermind" or the one with that good good? ....the man that wasnt who i hoped he would be? or the one you might even try and fuck the moment i dip" i snickered
My storys not what you think.... unlike the others it is not about all about the money, the sex, the power. Thats a diva prerequisites! My story! MY LIFE?!? Is about the raw emotion of a women holding her finger on the pulse of the neck of the night, while smiling and throwing glitter in the day. So when you ask me if my " self proclaimed "bitch" proclamation is true? ABSOLUTELY!!!! Oldmoneysmiths in office .....presidential bitch!.....you might want to take out your recorder, DRIVER? ....lets go!" ©2016

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