The boss's bitch boy (EminemxDre)

Taking whats his

Dre was awoken by the team barging in and putting open the curtain, Dre groans stuffing his face into the pillow to get away from the burning light that filled the room. To fucking bright.

"Get the fuck up Dre," Ice orders pulling on the blanket to make him get up. Dre growls softly flipping Ice off. Ice chuckles. Moody as always.

Dre slowly stood, making his way to the bathroom and showering. Soon dressed and ready to begin to torture once again. This was always fun for him.

Dre makes his way to the basement after he had finished breakfast. Time for fun. It had been an hour since Dre had gotten his Information from Trevor.

-An hour ago-

"Well look who's awake and ready," Dre smirks, tilting his head. He looked worse then yesterday. Pale and almost unconscious.

Trevor didn't bother answering him, he remained quiet and silent. Dre grabs his knife once again drawing blood. He screams and cries out.

"Okay okay, I'll tell you. He knows about your little kid, you've been watching over and trying to protect, did you really think he wouldn't?" Trevor laughs, as Dre stares blankly towards him. Fuck he knows? He's in danger, it was his fault.

"He's coming for him, he's coming for you," Trevor laughs more. Dre stayed calm, it wasn't just any calm. It was a calm and angry. The worse kind.

Dre raised an eyebrow waiting for him to finish, Trevor finally stops glancing at Dre in confusion. Why wasn't he angry? Why wasn't he saying anything?

"You done?" Dre questioned, Trevor stares confused just by how calm he was. Ice waited for him to say something. Anything.

Dre walks around him, so he couldn't be seen. It bring fear into his victims. Dre leans down level with his ear and spoke.

"Let him come, you think I ain't know about his men following us, tracking me?" Dre chuckles, it sounded hollow and held no emotions. That brought fear into Trevor and into some of Dre's members. He knew he was in trouble. About to die.

"You think I ain't know? Hide behind a fucking tree or bins, silent tracking? No more loud then anything," Dre shakes his head.

"When tracking one of the deadliest mafias, try to be fucking quiet," Dre slides his fingers around his gun putting it out and shooting him in the head.
"Clean this shit up," Dre ordered, massaging his temples. It was something he did when stressed or annoyed. What the fuck is he gonna do?

"Yo Dre, what we gonna do with the kid?" Ice questioned, Dre tilts his head. Better kidnap him only way his safe.

"Kidnap him and bring him here," Dre said, Ice stares. Was he serious? He couldn't be? Fuck he knew Dre hardly ever jokes.

"You ain't serious are you?" Ice asked. Dre looks at him seriously and that was when Ice knew he wasn't fucking around. Fuck.

"What about the other kid?" Ice waited for an answer. Dre walks past him raising an eyebrow.

"Bring him too," Dre suggested as he entered his office, to do more paperwork. He still had a job at the studio making beats.

Ice had brought Jean with him to help kidnap this two kids, it wasn't to hard knocking them out and bringing them out to the car. He had to give it to Jean, she was a specialist in silent when it came to killing or something of the sort.

By the time they got back it was midday. Dre had told them to lay them down in the guest rooms.

Hours when by before they had awoken, unwire where they were. Em glanced around confused. Where the fuck was he? Who the fuck kidnapped him?

Dre opens the door, closing it behind him. Em stares realising just who it was. Why the fuck would he kidnap him? Dre was gonna kill him was he?

"Why you kidnap me? You could have just asked fucking nicely," Em yells, he was annoyed. Dre raised an eyebrow.

"Your in danger, you think you would of believed me if I told you?" Dre questioned, Em stares.
Danger? Me? Who wants to hurt me?

"No I couldn't of," Em understood his point. He made his point. Dre smirks running his eyes over him. Em swallows watching Dres eyes.

"Where's proof?" Em waits for his answer. Dre massaged his temples. What the fuck was he gonna do?

"Cross the hall," Dre states. Em nods. Least he was safe and unhurt. He hoped. Was he supposed to be stuck in this room, for how long?

"How long am I supposed to be here?" Em asked. Dre had to think about that. With Suge and his gang, he didn't know how long it would take but he was gonna make sure they were safe. All of them. He needed a plan. Plan of attack or action.

Dre massaged his temples more frequently and Em had noticed, he eyebrows drew. Ems body moved on its own and his arms raised moving Dres hands out of the way and he instead massaged it for Dre. Dre stares at him, taking in his features. Dre noticed that his eyes were a baby blue. His cute ass button nose. His pinkish lips, looked kissable. Fuck you gonna stop.

Meanwhile in the next room stood Proof, thinking he was alone. He was pacing back and forth as Jean watched from the shadows of the corner. Kinda cute looking all worried.

"You should sit, if you think your friends in trouble or hurt, he's not," Jean states. Proof glanced in the direction of her voice but he couldn't quite find her.

"How you do that? Move without being seen or heard," Proof asked curiously. How could she even do the shit. Sexy really.

"Training and lots of practice," Jean steps out of the dark corner giving him small smile. Proof stares. He still found that impressive and hot, how a girl could handle her shit and take down men twice her size.

"As for kidnapping you both, your friend is in danger," Jean watched his reaction, waiting for the sudden concern for his friend. And there it was. Proof eyebrows drew and a frown with place on his lips. Oh those lips. Not the time, focus.

"What you mean, he's in danger? who's after him?" Proof questioned quickly.

"It's the mafia ain't it? You brought a war," Jean stares, he was pretty smart for a hot, cute looking guy. Again not the time.