My problem has never been coming up plots for stories or beginning to write them, my problem is finishing them!
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I'm born and raised in Seattle, my father is the police chief here and when I was young he would come home and at night and he would confide in my mom with everything that was happening in his town. Little Isabella Swan, curious as she was, would often hide upstair listening to all the stories her father would tell her in the night and one name that often came up was Masen. They were connected to a lot of crimes but there was never any proof, and all those stories I heard as a kid and after years of hearing the rumors that go up and down the streets of Seattle, made me figure out that Edward Masen who is now in charge of the Maffia, is just the man I need!
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Working in a bar have helped immensely concerning getting information about Edward Masen. The girls I work with are not all that clean from the law and a few of them girls working on their poles up on stage has even been with him intimately and so talking with them and listening to the rumors that goes around I would say I have a pretty good view of him.
One thing that I would have though to be the most successful way of getting to know him is Observing him when he comes into the club. I had no idea when I started here that he from times to times come here, until after one of the girls pointed it out to me I couldn't understand how I had missed him before. His presence was demanding and the air around him was heavy and tense even when his company was smiling. He certainly looked good as well, although he had a few years on me, no one could ever say he looked old. How I could have gone months without recognizing him could be because he never sits in my area and my head are always occupied with murderous thoughts.
So when Mr. Masen comes into the club my head those nights is filled with thoughts about him, mixed in with the thoughts about my ex-husbands murder and those pictures in my head makes me smile! When I think of killing him with Mr. Masens help I get all tingly on the inside and a feeling of anticipation fills me up.
Though I have to say that these months of observation have given me as much as my interviews with the girls, I found out that he's handsome, rich, likes boobs more than ass and a scotch whiskey in his hand while he is here is a must, but he never drinks more than two glasses. All in all it's useless information and If I ever want to find out something important etc. I have to, in some way, introduce myself and make sure he listens to what I say.
The thought of that makes my stomach turn. The problem isn't befriending Edward Masen, the problem is with my dad. He is going to have a fit when he figures out his daughter is with the enemy! On the other side, he might not when he learns it was necessary in order to kill the monster that hurt his only grandchild, in fact, he might as well cry tears of joy!
