11 th  April

Hey, time goes fast. I had dinner with Mister N. on Friday. He invited me out to this new, exclusive Japanese place at the riverside. Jamie was also invited, but he had to take care of a cage fight event this evening. Typical, but never mind. I’ll get Mister N. and the Gardener all to myself then, I thought.

What a cool place! All the waiters and waitresses wore those flamboyant Geisha outfits. Real atmospheric.  Good that I took the time to change into appropriate evening wear. I went home early in the afternoon to change from my skinny jeans and big boots into my short, body-fitting, lovely purple velvet dress and my new olive green high heel boots. And I got the chance to wear my gorgeous black, faux fur jacket again. New French manicure as well. I felt so good. Mister N. ordered champagne for us two, and shortly after, we were joined by the Gardener.  He wore a neat suit as always over his skinny body and his backwards combed dark-silver hair smelled newly washed. He is such a pleasant gentleman, really. So soft spoken and yet, so witty and funny. Looking at this shy, introverted person, you really wouldn’t believe what kind of business he was in. He is truly an example of brilliance paying off. We had such a good laugh. Ah yeah and I know now his real name...  really suits him as well, but nahah... I won’t tell.

I’m seriously fond of those two men. They sat across me and looked so amusing together, one being short and round, the other tall and meager, haha. Since we’re all in the biz, we could talk all real. No secrets and cover up stories here. I could totally be myself.

The food was exotic, to say the least. And a little too strong and eccentric for my taste buds. Since we had a good conversation going, I confessed to Mister N. that I don’t really feel too comfortable driving around town with Roamer and his boys, beating up punters and drug runners, watching torture, etc. I much rather would like to focus my energy on the important assignments, and develop my skills to become the best silent killer. And both Mister N. and the Gardener understood what I meant. My bosses agreed that I had far too much class for doing the dirty street work with brutes like Roamer. Mister N. said that hits don’t come on a regular basis, naturally, so he wanted to fill my time with experience and something to earn cash with. And the streets are always good business. We then discussed the upcoming hit out of town and Mister N. promised that after that one, he will provide me with proper lists, containing details and also a little more upper security work for his private domain.  Nice.

Of course I told him, I would do anything for him, really. It feels so good to be loyal to Mister N. The ordinary people and good citizens would never understand this kind of loyalty... They are just involuntary slaves to the system.  They are bound by strict laws and social rules. We, on the other hand, we are ‘outlaws’, yes, we are outside and indeed, above the law.  We are free, and powerful. And it is loyalty and surrender  to a boss like Mister N., that makes this freedom possible.

Oh, and I also found out if Mister N. likes cats... Haha, he has three of those hairless cats, or rather, his wife has them. Mister N. agrees that they look hideous, but they have a great personality, he states. I really enjoyed the evening. Made me feel so important. And then the Gardener was kind enough to drive me home and wow he even opened the door for me. Aww. He is such a sweet gentleman. Funny to think we are both in the ice cold killing business... But anyway, as soon as I got inside, I called a cab and drove down to town again. Call of nature, hehe. I had to see Alex and at least, get myself a quickie with him. The bar was packed and Alex told me to hang around for an hour and then he would come home with me. He mixed me this wicked vodka drink while I sat by the bar and waited for him. Again, the drunk people around me got on my nerves and I was so close to punching this one guy out. The cool thing is, I really could. ;-) 

Ok, so we drove home and Alex made a big deal out of me taking the cab everywhere, saying annoyingly aloud that I’m so well off, which is no surprise with my dirty job. And then he asked me whilst still in the taxi, if I had any nose candy at home. Gee, how about being discreet! And I actually said “no I don’t anymore, just wine” because I didn’t fancy staying up all night. He seemed disappointed about that. Anyway, I then got what I wanted; hot steamy sex on my cosy couch with his oh so sexy body. The details... they remain in my head. Seriously, I feel sooo good these days.  

(c) I Am Ruthless