The boss's bitch boy (EminemxDre)

Break in

By the time the gang got back home it was around 2:30 in the morning, they had gotten Fifty to the doctors to get checked out of course. The breeze had picked up as he stepped outside, causing it to become chilly. Dre didn't mind the cool breeze against his skin, it made him feel alive inside. Not many thing did that, he knew that.

Dre was thinking about one person in-particular. A bleach blonde with baby blue eyes. He had figured that out when he was staring at them from a long period of time. He needed to get a hold of himself. In this fucking business you couldn't love. He already told himself that.

Dre had told ice and the others he was going to check on that kid, see if it's fine. Why was he worried? He wasn't even sure himself. In was in to deep already. They insisted on going with him, which made him agreed. He shouldn't have but fuck it.

"Stay back don't need him seeing us" Dre spoke in a quiet whisper. Ice smirks shaking his head. He knew Dre was gone when he came here. Fucking fucker thinks he ain't care.

Dre hadn't realised he was next to the window looking in on them, he saw them watching this movie with junk food on the table as they were focused on the movie. He was just glad this kid was safe. Fuck get a hold of yourself. Ain't the time to get attached to anyone. Your in the fucking mafia for fuck sake.

Jean smirks coming up behind him, Dre was so focused on his thoughts that he doesn't see her. Dre jumps sightly cursing as he knocked over a plant or some shit like that. That it crushed and made a loud noise, causing Em and Proofs heads to turn that the sound.

Em grips Proofs arm as they made their way over to the door, slowly and steadily reaching for the lock and opening it. Proof glanced outside seeing Dre and the gang standing like nothing happened with the plant just broken on the ground.

Em and Proof let out a breath of relief. The fuck are they doing here? Thought some weird ass fucker was trying to break in.

"Fuck scared the shit outta us" Proof whispered, he hates to admit it. Em laughs softly trying to make it less awkward. Em hated when it was awkward, it made him nervous and being around Dre didn't fucking help.

Dre stares blankly at him, fuck he was hot and he couldn't help himself feel more shit for this kid what was going on with him? It's just a fucking kid ignore it.

Em bit his lip feeling Dres predator eyes studying him. Fuck he's staring. Why can't you read his emotions? Was he hiding them? Dre snaps out of his thoughts.

"Let's go" Dre took one last look at him before going off to his car down the road, he didn't want anyone knowing about his new interest. Didn't need to put a target on his back. Though Dre knew by check on him that he was. He couldn't help himself, Em had interested him in way even he didn't know possible. Slowly crawling his way into Dres heart.

Again Dre heard his phone ring, he answers on the second ring. He listens to Snoop on the other other side of the phone.

"Dawg we got a problem, security system showing someone's trying to break in" Snoop uttered, Dre growls. Fuck sake what was going on? Who the fuck is messing with him? Didn't people fucking know he was the mafia leader? Fuck it if they want the mafia leader, they gonna fucking get it. He's gonna show them not to mess with him ever.

"Coming now, stay hidden and out of sight" Dre commanded, Dre heard a 'yes sir' before the line went silent and dead. Dre drove home quickly with the gang filling them in what was going on. They got they guns and knives ready for action. Mess with the boss you mess with the family too.

By the time they were near the house, Dre cut the lights off and parks the car three houses down and out of sight. They hop out guns ready and on the move, jumping the fence silently. Ice and Dre had lost Jean knowing she would be somewhere in the shadows. That was her speciality, hidden and out of sight. Ice nods that Dre telling him, he had his back.

They enter the house raising their guns a little higher, they spot movement in the living room. It was quickly and sharp, easily missed. Dre narrows his eyes seeing it again, it was starting to piss him off. Dre rolls behind the couch aiming the gun, seeing a young man going through flies on the table.

"Hands up now and I won't shoot, who sent you?" Dre demands getting straight to the point, Dre always liked getting straight to the point. No betting around the brush for answers. Simple really.

The man puts his hands up and turns slowly as Ice tensed, he squeezes the trigger a little harder. Not enough to shoot just yet but enough to think he's about to shoot. The man swallows. He knew he was in trouble. The people who sent him failed to give him information about he was stealing from.

Dre took a breath calming himself down no point getting angry just yet. Get the facts first and then shoot. The men chucks the flies back onto the table where he found them. Smart.

"Tell me who fucking sent you!" Dre demands again for the second time, he hated repeating himself. Hated it.

"Police." Dre stares blankly at him trying not to give away his surprise. The fuck did the cop want? Ice raised an eyebrow thinking the same fucking thing. Why are they here? They were careful with the drugs and money. The business. So why now?

"We got intel by someone that you're selling is that right?" Dre rolls his eyes losing his gun and siting down. Act normal and everything will be fine. Who rated them out? When he finds out who they fucking dead in the most painful way possible.