A Crime of Passion| Mondae in the Villa with the Candlestick

[Mondae Chaos]

September 28th, 2016 - Paris, France

Loyalty. The Mean Girl Mafia didn't operate under many rules, but loyalty was the most important one. Mondae, Arianny and Dallas had been friends since birth. They had literally experienced every single moment in life together: the good, the bad, the illegal. No matter what happened, no matter what tried to tear them apart, they would never betray one another. Arianny, Mondae and Dallas would all die for one another in a heart beat. The problem happens when you bring outsiders in. A bond so strong can almost never be replicated. You put your trust in others and they smash it to pieces.

MGM was a gang. Once you got in, there was only one way out.

As soon as Dallas called Arianny freaking out about Frederik, Mondae was on the private jet to Paris. Mondae was the problem solver and the last thing she needed was to have everything she had worked so hard for destroyed. Sometimes our queen forgot how cold she was. Sometimes she forgot that not everyone could handle what she could. Taking the life from someone's body was an average Friday night for Ms. Chaos, and a good one at that. She could kill someone and then go get a latte. But between Arianny's nightmares and Frederik's freakout, the murderess knew she needed to handle her business alone from now on. She could not let her actions weigh on her friends' conscience and she certainly couldn't risk someone else getting cold feet. Arianny and Dallas had her undivided trust, but the teenager did not want her friends to suffer any more turmoil. Ari had enough on her plate with her recent wedding to Shawn DeLise.

Mondae arrived in Paris late yesterday, with Jace in tow. Who wants to go to the city of love alone? She might as well bring beefcake and get the vacation she deserves. After all, this week was supposed to be about relaxation for Mondae. It's why she was given a street fight against Raven; to ensure that she had an easy week. Instead she was in Paris cleaning up Dallas' mess.

Today she sat in the living room of the gorgeous Villa that Dallas and Frederik shared. Dallas was no where to be seen. The raven-haired bitch made sure that he made himself scarce. He had already packed his things and checked into a hotel. Mondae had the hotel back-charge Shawn DeLise's credit card for a month. Proof that Dallas was no where near the victim before he went mysteriously missing. Frederik poured coffee into the mug on the table before her and then he took a seat in an arm chair. He crossed his legs and looked at her, concerned. She scowled.

The Queen of fucking everything was dressed in a pair of black high-waisted jeans with a perfectly fitted leather crop top. She twirled a lock of her perfectly curled black hair around her fingers. The look was completed with a pair of high-top burgundy converse sneakers. The teenager leaned forward, taking the coffee mug in her hand. Instead of drinking it, she stuck a finger inside and tasted the coffee on her flesh. Frederik's smug face deserved to be smacked but Monda knew she had a plan. She could not simply kill him here in his apartment. Taking a slow breath, she spoke softly, calmly.

"Dallas tells me you're still a little freaked out about Braydon."

For those just tuning in; Braydon Knox was hired by Mondae's father, wrestling legend Chris Chaos, to watch over his daughter. He was supposed to protect her but also keep tabs on her. Braydon found out that Mondae had faked a psychotic break to get out of prison for her last slue of crimes (aggravated assault, kidnapping, arson, etc.). She's slightly unhinged, we know. Anywho, Braydon was going to tell her father all of her dirty little secrets and she couldn't have this. Chris would have her committed and this wasn't an option. She lured him to Jack Owyns' house (her arch enemy) and murdered him in cold blood, beating him over the head with a lead pipe until the walls were covered in his brains. Jack was arrested for Braydon's murder and not a soul ever expected her (okay, maybe a few. But charges were never laid. The case remains cold). However, for the first time in her murdering career (kill count is 3 - a true serial killer), she brought her friends along. Dallas and Arianny watched her take the life from Braydon's body and Frederik waited in the car. But he knew what had happened when Braydon didn't come back. Ever since, he hadn't been the same.

"Honestly Mondae, I can't stop thinking about it. I hear his screams at night."God, he was so dramatic. His voice shook as he spoke, his eyes full of remorse and guilt. "I googled him. He has a little sister, you know. She thinks that Jack did this. She has created petitions and websites with the evidence, begging that someone pursues this case; begging that someone cares. I can only imagine the pain and the suffering that she is feeling."

The queen's dark eyes flashed with rage but the teen stifled her feelings. She needed to be calm, level-headed. Pausing for a moment, she took a sip of her coffee to allow herself a moment to think.

You cannot kill him. Not here.

"That is sad and all Frederik," Lie - who gives a fuck about Braydon or his family? This was business. Plain and simple. "But what do you want me to do about it? I can't unkill him."

He didn't skip a beat. "I want you to turn yourself in. I want you to confess. If this is what I am going through, I can't imagine the pain, the regret, the torment that you are experiencing Mondae. I'm sure you thought it would be easy to take a life. But I know that you must regret it every single day. If you want to clear your conscience and move on with your life, you need to atone for your sins."

It took everything inside her not to burst out laughing. It was more clear than ever that Frederik didn't know her at all. Braydon was not her first murder and it certainly wouldn't be her last (sorry not sorry Joe DeLise). Regret and remorse were not words in Mondae Chaos' vocabulary and they never would be. The only thing she regretted was that she brought Frederik that night - that she left herself open to this bullshit. Loose ends.

"Listen, Frederik. I am not turning myself in and that is all there is to it. This isn't some fucking after school special. This is my life and I am not about to turn it upside-fucking-down because you decided to have feelings today. This is murder. First. Degree. Murder. They will put me away for life, maybe even give me the death penalty. Is that what you want Frederik?? DO YOU WANT ME TO DIE?"

The queen slammed her coffee cup down on the table. Frederik was an idiot. She knew this the minute that fear didn't flash behind his eyes as she snarled at him. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest, staring at her. Did he honestly think this would go his way?

"This isn't a discussion. If you won't turn yourself in, I'm going to call the police myself, Mondae. I don't want to do this. But I need to do what is right. I have faith in the justice system and if you show remorse, they will not let you die."

She had never noticed how smug he was. Slowly, she could feel her blood boiling, she could feel every fiber in her body fill with pure, unadulterated rage. The murderess tried to calm herself, she tried to breathe deeply but it was too late. She was too far gone. Mondae had put her trust in Frederik and he was standing here trying to tell her what the next move was. Telling her to take one for the team and go go prison. No one told MGM what to do.

"Do you think I am going to let you do that Frederik? You really want to stand here and spit in my fucking face? Betray me and turn me over to the feds? Is that how you think this is going to end? I fucking trusted you. Dallas trusted you. He is an accessory you know - you all are. You want to see us all behind bard? Me, Arianny and Dallas will fucking rot in some prison if you turn us in. I will not let you put them behind bars to alleviate your fucking guilt!"

She was on her feet now, screaming at Frederik. He got to his feet as well, standing his ground. He looked into her dark, hate-filled eyes and placed his hands on his hips.

"I don't care! I cannot live like this Mondae. It isn't worth it. None of you are worth it! Maybe you should all rot in prison!"

SNAP!

Red flashed before the murderesses eyes. Without even thinking, she grabbed a hefty black, marble candle holder off of the bookshelf next to her. In one quick movement the marble connected with the side of Frederik's head and he hit the ground with a thud. A sickening scream escaped his mouth but Mondae was on top of him in a second. For the first time she saw the fear behind his eyes. The fear he should have felt minutes ago.

SMASH!

SMASH!

SMASH!

The candle holder hit his head over and over and over again until all that she saw was brains and blood. Until she was hitting the floor instead of his face and her arms were heavy. Frederik's face was unrecognizable. His life had left his body many blows ago. Finally, reality began to sink in. Looking down, she saw blood everywhere. It was covering her hands, it was seeping into the carpet, it was pooling around his limp, lifeless body.

Then it all hit her like a ton of bricks. This is not what was supposed to happen.

She fucked up.

Mondae Chaos always had a plan and today it went out the window. This was not how this murder was supposed to go. This was the definition of a crime of passion. Every other murder had been planned, calculated, meticulous. Terrence Benton was a way to frame Sasha Tyton. Braydon Knox was a way to silence him and frame Jack Owyns. Joe DeLise? She was simply a hired gun for that one.

Not this one. Frederik and her had a relationship, they had an understanding of trust and devotion. He shattered that so she shattered his skull. Fair trade?

Panic set in. She didn't know what to do. She was in a foreign country standing over the dead body of her best friend's brother's boyfriend. There was no one to call. There was no one to help. Her breathing picked up and she looked around, taking in the blood that was covering the apartment. She could see every piece of furniture that had her DNA on it - her fingerprints, her skin cells, her saliva on the coffee cup. Helpless was all she could feel. It wasn't a feeling Mondae was used to or understood but it was overcoming her.

Taking a long, deep breath, she steadied her heart rate and slowed her breathing. The murderess pulled her phone from her pocket and dialed the only person she could, blood smearing over her screen.

"Jace, I need your help. You can't ask any questions."