Gangstress

August 1999 (2)

***Marshall's POV***

We had finally finished Warped Tour, and I was now in LA with all the boys working on my new record. I had been feeling really good about it, and I thought this record was gonna be even better than the SSLP. The label was projecting for me to sell double what I sold for my last album, which was just fuckin' unbelievable. Literally. I thought they were overshooting it like crazy, and it made me nervous. I didn't wanna disappoint anyone at the label, and I told them I didn't think that would happen, but they insisted. It really put a lot of pressure on me, so I had been working even harder on this record than I ever did on the SSLP, hence why I had been coming to LA all the time. 

It was the weekend now though, and so we had all went out last night to some club and then brought a bunch of bitches back to my apartment. Apparently I had passed out with one of them in my bed because I woke up this morning to her tryna suck my dick. Obviously I let her, who am I to turn down a morning blow job? As she was doin' her thing, Doody busted into my room without knocking or anything!

"Bro what the fuck!" I yelled angry and pulled the covers over me and whoever this chick was while she moved off of me.  

"Doody ya gotta get the fuck up! Angel was shot at last night!"  

 "What?! What the fuck happened?!" I quickly put on my boxers under the covers and got out of bed. "Here bitch." I chucked the girl her clothes off the floor and she rolled her eyes at me.    

"I don't know, it's all over the news. Porter talked to Zoe and she said they're fine, but it has somethin' to do with Prodigy and Havoc runnin' guns or some shit."  

"Where the fucks Porter?!" I quickly walked out of the room and Proof followed on my heels. 

"He left to go to New York to see Zoe."

"Fuck!" I spotted my phone on the coffee table and grabbed it. I immediately went to Zoe's contact, pressed talk and put it up to me ear. As soon as I did the chick came out to the living room. 

"So are we done?" She asked pissed off. I put my hand up to her to tell her to shut the fuck up for a second.

"Hello?" Zoe answered. 

"Zoe! It's Marshall. What the fuck's goin' on?!" 

"'Bout the shooting, ya mean?" 

"Yeah! What the fuck?!" 

"We're fine. It was just a drive by." 

"Why the fuck ya actin' so nonchalant?! Where's Angel?! Is she with ya?! Can I talk to her?!" 

"No, she ain't with me. She stayed the night at Prodigy's." 

"How the fuck did she stay with him?!" 

She scoffed. "It wasn't his fault?" 

"K, Zoe, I wouldn't ask this under any other circumstances, but can ya please give me Angel's number? I really needa talk to her. I just needa make sure she's aight." 

"Marshall it's not happening. She's fine. Trust me." 

"Zoe, I swear to god I will fly to New York right fuckin' now if ya don't give me her number." 

"No-" 

"ZOE!" 

She sighed like she was frustrated. "Is anyone with ya?" 

"Proof." 

"Give him the phone." 

"What the fuck?! No! Give me the god damn num-"