Gangstress

November 1998 (3)

***Marshall's POV***

After Angel walked away I turned to go back into the building and see if maybe all the homies were still there. I walked inside and there they were all trying to hit on the dancers. Normally I would be laughing at them trying so hard to get pussy, but I was far too pissed off. 

"Yo." I jutted my chin out towards Proof and Porter. 

"Yo, I thought ya'll was leavin'?" Proof replied. 

"Nah, Angel left. I'ma just ride with ya'll back to the hotel." 

"Aight. Is she gonna meet us there?" 

"I don't give a fuck what she does." I stuffed my hands in my pockets and kept a stone cold look on my face. 

Porter rolled his eyes. "Fuck dude, what happened?" 

"You see her walkin' 'round here in those skimpy ass fuckin' outfits?!" 

Proof raised his eyebrow. "You heard her record, dawg? Of course that's what she's gonna be wearin'." 

I rolled my eyes. "Don't even get me fuckin' started on her record. I hate that she does that shit. She's such a fuckin' whore."

Porter slapped my shoulder. "She's ya girl, bro. Don't say that shit about her."  

I knitted my eyebrows together. "Ya never gave a shit when I was sayin' it about Kim."

"Yeah 'cause none of us fuckin' like Kim. Angel's actually dope." Porter replied. 

"Lemme ask ya. Is she cheatin' on ya?" Proof asked me. 

"Fuck, not that I know of." 

"Then don't be worryin' about this shit. At the end of the day you're the one thats with her and fuckin' her, aren't ya?" 

"She's probably fucked half of New York!" 

Proof shook his head. "What she's done before ya'll doesn't matter. What matters is that she's with you and only you, don't be such a shit head." 

"But doesn't it make me look like the worlds biggest bitch if I got my girl out here dressin' and actin' that way?" 

"Nah dawg, it makes ya look like ya got a bad bitch whose only interested in ridin' your dick." 

I scoffed. "Maybe, but I doubt it." 

"Bro, shut the fuck up and go apologize to her. You're bein' the worlds biggest bitch right now." Porter said. 

"Fuck you, man." I got slightly offended. 

"Only way ya ridin' with us is if we drop ya off at her place so you can go apologize." Proof said. 

"Fuck you too then. Ya'll ain't my fuckin' parents, what the fuck?"

"It's for ya own good, dawg." Proof tapped my shoulder a few times. 

I rolled my eyes but I complied with their demands. I knew they were right, but I was far too stubborn to let them know that. We hopped in their car that they took over with all the dancers they were bringin' and they dropped me off in front of Angel's. I told them I'd be at the hotel in a bit and they drove off. 

I walked up to her house and knocked on the door a few times. "Angel!" I kept knocking. "Angel, it's me! Open up!" A few minutes later she finally opened up the door. 

She gave me a cold stare. "What do you want?" Her voice was emotionless. 

"Yo, I'm sorry. I was way outta line with what I said."