Gangstress

September 1999 (4)

***Marshall's POV***

This morning I woke up bright and early so I could make all the kids breakfast, get a work out in, and then hopefully be at the studio for ten am. I rolled outta bed and started knocking on Alaina's and Nate's doors, telling them to wake up. I got to Hailie's room and quietly creaked open the door. 

"Baby, ya gotta wake up." I sat on her bed and started rubbing her back. She rolled over and opened her bright blue eyes. 

"I'm hungry." She said in her high-pitched voice and started to get up. 

I chuckled. "Me too baby. I'ma make us breakfast." 

"Okay daddy." She got a big smile and hopped outta bed. We made our way downstairs and Nate and Alaina were already up, fighting over the remote as per usual. Hailie ran over to them giggling, not realizing they were fighting. 

"Guys, guys, guys, chill. It's too early for this." I grabbed the remote from Nate and accidentally clicked a few buttons, causing the channel to turn to the news. I looked up and went to turn off the TV and immediately saw Angel's mugshot plastered all over the screen. What the fuck? I scrunched my face at the sight and quickly turned it off. 

"Guys, go play, aight?" I really wanted to watch this, but I didn't know what the fuck happened, and I didn't want the kids to hear it if it was something inappropriate.  

"I'm too old to play with them." Nate pouted and Alaina stuck her tongue out at him. 

"Fine, then go shower and get yaself ready or somethin'." 

He groaned and started walking upstairs while Hailie and Alaina went to go play together. Once I was sure they were all outta earshot I sat back down on the couch and flipped the TV back on. I turned the volume up and kept my eyes glued to the TV. 

"The controversial New York rapper, Angel, was arrested last night at around eleven pm in the Bronx for allegedly trafficking marijuana. Sources say she was on her way to drop off the drugs for her boyfriend, Prodigy of Mobb Deep, when she was stopped by police. Allegedly, police had a search warrant for the vehicle, as they had suspected the car to be in connection with drug trafficking for a few weeks." 

"Why the hell are ya watchin' this shit?" I turned my head and saw Kim walking down the stairs. 

"-Paul Rosenberg has said they have no comment." 

My head snapped back to the TV and I saw Paul's photo quickly flash across the screen. 

"And what the fuck does Paul have to do with this?" Kim's voice had an attitude laced throughout it.

"Uh-" I quickly turned off the TV. 

"What the fuck's goin' on, Marshall?! Are ya seein' that bitch again?!" 

"NO! Why the fuck would ya ask me that?! You're such a crazy bitch, it's unbelievable!" 

"I'ma crazy bitch because ya managers workin' with ya ex side hoe?! I saw the way ya were lookin' at her at the VMA's, Marshall! And don't think I ain't heard ya little line in ya performance!" 

"I have no clue why the fuck their workin' together! That's what the fuck I was tryna figure out before ya came down here and started accusin' me of shit! Why ya so jealous of her all the fuckin' time, huh?! I'm sittin' here with you, aren't I?!"

"Y'know what Marshall, I ain't dealin' with ya shit today! Run away to the studio like ya always do, and maybe I wont fuckin' be here when ya get back!" She started stomping back upstairs. 

I scoffed. "I'd like to see ya try to fuckin' leave me, bitch! Make my life a hell of a lot easier if ya did!" I yelled behind her but she didn't respond. "Fuckin' bitch." I muttered under my breath and went to go grab my phone off the island. I dialled Paul and I tucked it in between my ear and my shoulder while I started making breakfast.