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Chapter 72 - Marshall Vs Malik Pt. 2

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes.

Marshall's POV:

— After Sadé Left

I watched Sadé as she walked back to the car, the driver driving her away. I mentally swore to myself. I really fucked up. Like really badly. I knew I shouldn't have met Malik and should've waited. I had a bad feeling about it from the start, but I wanted to squash the beef now and get it done & over with already. On top of that, since I felt that way I knew I shouldn't have brought Sadé with me. Yes, she's stubborn and wanted to come anyways - She's her own person and can do as she pleases, plus this is her house - But I probably should've put my foot down on this one and told her to stay back at the hotel. I couldn't blame anyone, but myself for my own actions today.

However, I wasn't the only one who acted like a jerk in all of this. I won't lie, that set something off in me. I was livid now. This entire meeting had gotten blown out of proportion. I knew I was to blame for taking part in acting like an ass, but so was Malik. I will admit, I was being a little childish arguing with him the way I was. I honestly don't even know why. I was just pissed at him for the way he was talking to me, and how he was accusing me of shit as if he knew the real me. Right now in this moment, I couldn't help but be angry. I was not about to lose my girl because we couldn't get our shit together for her. So I walked back inside where Malik was stood in the living room, pacing around angrily. I didn't give a fuck about his feelings right now. I was about to lay it on him.

"What the actual fuck was that?!" I yelled at him.

"Nigga, what?!" He spoke up, getting in my face.

I didn't care that he was in my face. My focus wasn't on that anyways. But if I really wanted too I could've easily clocked him. He may be a few inches taller than me, but I've been boxing for years. And we're both muscular so it evens out. It would've been a fair fight. Not that I was planning on fighting him, but I was sizing him up a few times earlier if I'm being real... because we did almost fight. If it wasn't for Sae stepping in between us, we definitely would've gotten some punches in.

"I said, what the fuck was that about?" I slowly repeated myself, "Why thee FUCK would you invalidate that girls feelings like that?! YOU'RE FUCKING SISTER." I continued to get into his ass.

Honestly, I think it was more of the father coming out of me than the boyfriend. Obviously Sade isn't like a child/daughter figure to me at all in the slightest, but I still have kids at the end of the day - that are similar if not the same exact ages as Sadé and her siblings. So seeing them fight kind of triggered the father in me because my girls do it all the time. Sometimes it has been this serious too, and I've had to set them straight similar to how I'm setting Malik straight right now. Deep down despite Sadé being absolutely infuriated by her brother, she'd get over it and they'd be fine within due time. It's just the fatherly intuition in me.

"Bro, I didn't invalidate her feelings. All I asked was if she was serious." He looked me dead in the eyes blankly.

"That's invalidating her feelings. You basically asked if she was lying about being in an abusive relationship. What brother does that? Huh? Fuck this being about me dating Sadé, right now. This is about her being your sister - You're little one at that. Let me tell you something, youngin: What the fuck you said back there & how the fuck you treated her was fucked up. It wasn't cool at all. That's why she slapped you. I ain't saying she should've, but you had it coming. As her big brother, she looks up to you as a natural protector. She wants you to support her, to be there for her, and to understand her. That's why she flipped the way she did. Because you didn't." I tried talking some sense into him.