"Monae, Monae Don't let me tell you again. Cut the bad cop shit or I'm going to have to take it to your arse," I snarl. Why am I shouting into her face of the woman I love while I have her jacked up by the shirt, her legs dangling off the ground, because I just stopped her from beating up a suspect? I don't have time for this bull. Actually, time is something that I see that I'm running out of. Monae is going all crazy bitch on me, and I swear to...