⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This story is pretty messed-up and is not meant to be taken seriously. It takes place in an alternate universe where Marshall Mathers or any other celebrities mentioned are not actually famous. This is also obviously A WORK OF FICTION...
This chapter is super long and kind of chaotic for no rhyme or reason lol
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Marshall's P.O.V.
"Hi, uncle Andre," Hailie says shyly, looking up at Dre as we all get led into this huge room that serves as a study or office or whatever. Hailie has met Dre before, but I think she's kind of scared of him. And to be fair, the dude is pretty intimidating.
"Damn, who is that little Hai-Hai, damn you've grown real tall since I last seen you. How you doing girl?" Dre asks my daughter, bending briefly down to her level. "'Sup Slim," he then greets me. We dap each other up.
"What's up man. Yo, this my girl, Destiny. Thanks for letting us stay here. I owe you on for real."
I introduce Destiny to Dre, but I barely look at her, cause in still pissed at her for fliting with that motherfucker on the plane earlier. I think she knows I'm mad at her too cause she stays real quiet.
Once we are all done with all the pleasantries and shit, and Dre let's us see the room we'll be staying at at his house, he pulls me aside frowning.
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"Let me tell you something, Slim. It's cool to have you and yours here and all, but I hope you know you gotta pull your weight around here while y'all stay here."
I know exactly what he's referring to, so I nod.
"Of course man. I ain't no free loader, ya know that. Imma do whatever the fuck you need me to do, just like the last time I stayed here with you."
That shit was about 2 years ago. Back then, I was trying real hard NOT to kill Kim, so whenever she pissed me off real bad, Iwould leave the house for a few days, weeks, months even, however long it took for me to cool off.
At some point during one of those times, I went to Cali and stayed with my old buddy Dre for a few days. Back then Dre used to dabble in a bit of everything, just like he does now, but he was much smaller back then. The man's criminal empire is practically legendary around here. Drugs, guns, hookers, bank robberies, cars, you name it.
And I used to be real fucked up in the head and always on edge back then, so Dre would sometimes put me to work, knowing thatI was hungry. Usually it would be whenever he needed somebody beat up real bad, like some asshole that owed him money or something.
The other time, he had me run in this bank and rob that shit blind.
"Aight look, just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfucking money and get the fuck up outta there," Dre schooled me while we sat in the car in front of the bank.
"Aight," I nodded my head impatiently. The adrenaline rush pumping in my head due to all of the drugs I've taken earlier was really kicking my ass and I just wanted to get the shit done and over with. I was super hyped for it.
