The boss's bitch boy (EminemxDre)

Kidnapped

The members of the gang finally had woken and were now patching him up. They had to take the bullet out, with Andre groaning sightly. Jean hadn't said a word in a while and he knew she was blaming herself for this attack. For not being focused. He couldn't really talk he wasn't at his best either. To fucking focused on Marshall then the threat at hand. So help them god he was going to bring hell.

O'Shea had told Andre to rest but he wasn't listening, they all knew he was stubborn as fuck. No one could stop him, when his mind was set on something.

DeShaun storms in walking straight over to Andre, getting right in his face. No one even dare do that. Afraid they would get shot in the head, but here was DeShaun getting in his face. Angry and shit. This wasn't gonna end well, they all knew that. But said nothing.

"You let Marshall get fucking kidnapped, what the fuck were you doing or even thinking?" DeShaun yells. Andre glanced at him, right into his eyes. DeShaun knew then and there that he fucked up. Big time.

He had seen the burning fire lying deep within his eyes, begging to escape and kill again. Kill the one who had kidnapped his baby boy. The ones who were willing to play a part in his kidnap. They were the ones to die today. And who that stand in his way, have signed their deaths as well.

"You better back the fuck up. I'm in no mood to play games," Andre had managed to keep calm and that wasn't a good sign. For when Andre was a calm angry, all hell would break loose. That wasn't good sign for the emeries.

DeShaun backs up, looking at the others as if asking why his so calm when his best friend is out there somewhere probably been beating as they speak. He wouldn't let that happen. He was going to find Marshall with them. If they liked it or not.

Meanwhile Marshall was tied up and just waking up, they had knocked him out for causing to much trouble. he groans trying to touch his head but he realised he couldn't. He pulls on the ropes but it wouldn't budge.

"Look who's finally awake." Marshall heard the voice from the corner of the room, or it sounded like it was there. It was coming from all corners of the room. So Marshall didn't know where to look.

"Who the fuck are you? What do you want with me?" Marshall asked, he sightly knew why but he still wanted to know. Was it because they were trying to get to Andre. Was it because they had a thing going on? Sort of. Marshall wasn't sure what they were, Andre was still fucking cold but he was warming up to him. Marshall could tell.

In the corner of Marshall eye, he saw the figure move finally coming out of the shadows. The man looked young, around the same age or a little older then him. With brown hair and hazel looking eyes. Marshall stares as the man grins.

"So innocent looking but we all know your anything but innocent, ain't that right." Marshall blinks, what the fuck was he on about? Realisation hit Marshall hard. Oh hell no he talking about my sex life.

"Fuck you," Marshall spat, his attitude always got the better of him. Sometimes even getting him trouble. He couldn't help it, when people shot comments at him. He would shot them back double. What can he say. His competitive.

The man glares, giving him a beating. Marshall chair had fallen at what point he didn't know. The door opened and in came an older looking man. Seemed like the boss with how the younger one acted. Marshall chair was lifted. Suge knight. Andre enemy, former CEO of death row. Marshall knew that because he was a fan of Andre. An enemy of Andre, is an enemy of his.

"Well well, if it isn't Andres bitch, you look a slut." Suge smirks, he eyes trailed Marshall from. Marshall glares, even if he was scared. This man was a criminal. Wanted for murder and his in the  fucking mafia.