Intoxicated || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 72

Leila's POV

The headline on my phone felt like a punch to the gut: "Slim Shady's New Kim? Eminem's Wife Spirals into Toxic Drama."

I tossed the phone to Laura, who raised an eyebrow as she caught it. "Oh, they're really going there with the Kim comparison?" she said, reading aloud. "Fans are saying you're dragging Marshall back into his worst ways."

I scoffed, but the sting was undeniable. "Yeah, because I'm the one causing all the problems."

Laura flipped through the article, her lips twisting. "They've got fans thinking you're destroying him. Look at this one: 'Leila Mathers: The New Chaos Queen Destroying Slim Shady?' Like you're some kind of villain."

I snorted, trying to shake off the frustration. "Right. And what are they gonna do when they realize what really goes on behind closed doors? This is nothing compared to that."

Laura gave a dark, amused chuckle. "Oh, please. If they knew even half of it, their heads would explode." Her smirk deepened, eyes glittering. "What you two have isn't exactly the definition of 'healthy.'"

A laugh escaped me, but it had a sharp edge. "Yeah, well, if dragging Marshall back to his worst side means my best orgasms, I'm not even mad."

Laura burst out laughing, her voice rich with amusement. "You would say that."

Before I could keep going, Alec walked in, his usual calm, steady presence taking up space in the room. His eyes flicked between us, reading the tension in the air.

"What's going on?" Alec asked, his voice even, but there was an edge of curiosity there.

I tossed him my phone. "Apparently, I'm the new Kim, and Marshall's about to spiral into another meltdown because of me."

Alec raised an eyebrow as he scanned the headline, his jaw tightening. "They're running with this pretty hard."

Laura crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. "That's an understatement. They've turned Leila into the new villain. One night, one fight, and she's 'the bad influence' now."

Alec set the phone down, his expression unreadable. "Doesn't take much for people to make those assumptions. It's easy to label someone when they don't know the full story."

Before I could answer, Marshall walked in, his expression darker than usual. His eyes met mine, and I knew instantly that something heavier than the media's headlines was about to drop.

"What now?" I asked, feeling my stomach twist.

Marshall exhaled, his voice low and tense. "We need to talk."

Laura straightened in her seat, her playful tone replaced with concern. "What's happening?"

Marshall's jaw clenched as he ran a hand over his face. "It's worse than just headlines. We've got a bigger problem."

I stood up, crossing my arms. "What kind of problem?"

Marshall's eyes flicked to Alec, then back to me. "Death threats. From some of the stans. They're pissed about the club, pissed about you. They want you gone."

Alec's eyes sharpened, his usual calm demeanor slipping. "How serious are these threats?"

Marshall's voice dropped. "Serious enough. It's not just online anymore. They're saying they're coming for Leila."

I blinked, trying to process his words. "And you're just telling me this now?"

Marshall's voice softened slightly, but his expression remained hard. "I was trying to protect you. I thought I could handle it. But it's escalating. It's not just trolls anymore—it's real."

Laura's eyes widened. "Wait, people are actually threatening Leila? Over what, protecting her husband?"

Marshall's lips pressed into a thin line. "They think she's ruining me. Bringing back the old Slim Shady. They're convinced she's bad for me. They think they're protecting me from her."

Alec leaned forward, his tone direct. "So what's the plan?"

Marshall didn't hesitate. "I need you to keep an eye on her. Be her minder. Make sure no one gets close. I trust you."

I threw my hands up, exasperated. "A minder? Seriously? I don't need a babysitter."

Marshall's smirk was sharp, but there was no humor in it. "It's not babysitting, Lala. These people are obsessed. It's not just talk anymore."

Alec nodded, his face serious. "I'll do it. I'll make sure she's covered."

I crossed my arms tighter, trying to push back the frustration bubbling up. "This is ridiculous. They're acting like I'm some toxic influence. Like I'm some villain out to destroy you? I was a teenager in the 2000s when you were Slim Shady. You don't need influence, you're quite capable at being an insane asshole all by yourself."

Marshall snorted loudly, a brief smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he quickly sobered.

Laura chimed in, her voice laced with dry sarcasm. "From a journalist's point of view, babe, they love a good narrative. And right now, you're the villain they need."

Marshall's expression softened just slightly as he turned to me. "They don't know the real you. But that's not going to stop them."

I snorted, then smirked. "Oh, right. So now I'm Kim 2.0? Like I'm the reason you're falling apart, dragging you back into some chaotic spiral." I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head playfully. "They should be thanking me. Isn't this what they've been complaining about for a decade? They've been begging for Shady to come back."

Laura snorted with laughter. "Damn, you're right! The fans have been whining for the old Slim. Now that they got a taste, they can't handle it."

Marshall's lips twitched into a smirk, but his eyes stayed dark. "You're not Kim. But they'll twist it however they want to make it fit their story."

I glanced at Laura. "Imagine if they knew what really happens with us behind closed doors. They'd lose their minds."

Laura grinned wickedly. "Oh, they'd need a whole team of therapists. And maybe some priests."

Marshall stepped closer, his eyes locking with mine. "We're not giving them any more to run with."

I met his gaze, feeling the familiar heat between us. "No promises."

Marshall's voice dropped to a growl. "Just don't make it too easy for them."

I glanced at him, a slow smirk crossing my face. "And they'd really lose their shit if they knew about our next project. Maybe we should film a porno to Superman—give the fans what they really want."

Marshall's eyes glinted with dark amusement as he tried to stifle a grin. "Lala, you're insane."

Laura burst out laughing from across the room. "Oh, now that would definitely make headlines."

I leaned in closer to Marshall, my voice dropping to a playful whisper. "Come on, think about it. Slim Shady: Uncensored. They'd lose their damn minds."

Marshall rolled his eyes, but I could see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yeah, and you'd love every second of it, wouldn't you?"

I winked. "Superman, you know damn well I would."