We Found Love

Chapter 40

Marshall's POV

I arrived in Detroit early the next morning. Dre met me at the airport to take me straight to the courtroom, I'm working on no sleep because the whole flight was spent on the phone with my manager telling me what to say during the court case. On top of all that my son is sick and in the hospital, and to just add to the pile of shitty things Rihanna is so fucking pissed at me right now... I have no idea how I'm supposed to apologize. I seriously fucked up and I can feel my stomach doing summersaults just thinking about it.

"Hey man, you ready?" Dre asked giving me a tap on the back, supportively.

"I guess." I said in a pissed off tone, Royce is going to never hear the end of this.

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Marshall's POV

We arrived at the court house, I had to wear a fucking suit which is on the top of the list of things I hate wearing. Dre and I walked in to see the court room already filled with members of the jury and Royce sitting behind one of the tables with handcuffs placed securely around his wrists.

I took a seat beside him and his lawyer. Paul let me hear the full story last night on the phone. I guess Royce was at this night club in Detroit city, when Iggy and her manager showed up because Michigan was the next spot during her tour. Supposedly Iggy and her manager were talking shit about "Shady Records" and all the people who are signed to the label, like Royce, 50 cent, yelawolf, skylar grey, and D12... Royce had over heard them and decided to handle things the Detroit way and beat the shit out of her manager. I highly doubt this is going to end well on our side.

The judge slammed his hammer down loudly signaling that the case has now started.

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Marshall's POV

The four of us walked out of the court house somewhat pleased but not completely satisfied. Royce is going to be on probation for the next four months and has to do fifty hours of community service. On the flip side Iggy's tour date was postponed due to her manager having to do thirty hours of community service. This was an all out shit fest that could have been avoided if Royce just swallowed his pride for once.

Royce's lawyer shook his hand before heading back to his car, and leaving Dre, Royce, and I standing in the middle of the parking lot.

"Look I'm sorry man, I was drunk and just hearing the things they were saying about you and D12 really pissed me off... And when they brought up your friend Proof I just lost it." Royce apologized, trying to justify his actions. Proof was my best friend since I was a teenager. We met at Osborne High School when he was handing out fliers for a talent show. Him and I both formed our rap group, D12, together. One night he was shot and killed at a night club, I felt like his death was my fault because I wasn't there with him. Instead I was at the studio trying to finish some records. I kind of just lost it when he died... I ended up overdosing and was sent to the hospital because all my organs were shutting down. If the ambulance had come a few minutes later I wouldn't be here right now, I wouldn't have been able to see my daughters grow up, I would have never of met Rihanna either...

"Looks it's cool, but your going to have to work on that alcoholic thing..." I said giving him the benefit of the doubt, I bet if I was there I would have beat the shit out of them too.

"I will man, I promise.. Anyway I gotta go, it's almost time to pick my daughter up from school." Royce said holding up a piece sign as he walked away toward his car.

"And whats the matter with you?" Dre said picking up on my lack of enthusiasm.

"Nothing, everything's fine.." I said brushing him off rudely.