Proof parks his car across the street from the house, and looks over at Marshall whose already staring at the house from the passenger seat, with the gun that Chedder gave him firmly clutched in his hand.
“Yo! We can handle this! You don’t
have to do this.” Proof sincerely states, as his eyes never leave Marshall’s
hand still clutching the 9 mm, as thoughts of Marshall’s probation crosses his
mind.
“Did Paul give you the papers I
ask for?” Marshall asks, as he snaps out of his trance of pure hate, and looks
over at Proof.
“Yeah.” Proof says, as he reaches
to the back seat and grabs a yellow business letter size envelope, and hands it
to Marshall who quickly opens it and starts reading it.
“Ready?” Marshall asks, as he is
placing the letter back in the envelope.
“Marshall . . .” Proof starts to
say, as he looks into Marshall’s ice-cold eyes.
“SAVE IT!” Marshall yells in
anger, as he opens the car door and quickly gets out.
“Marshall!” Proof yells out, as he
gets out of the car and hurries around to Marshall, as 50, Chedder, Future and
Obie walk up to them.
Marshall starts to explain his
plan to their 313 friends, when Swifty, Kon Artis, Kuniva and Bizarre come
walking up to them.
“Gonna Square Dance without us?”
Swifty asks, as he looks in Marshall’s ice-cold blue eyes, and then gives him
the D-12 handshake.
Marshall with Proof help explains
the plan, and then everyone splits and goes their separate ways.
Marshall and D-12 walks up to the
house. Marshall unlocks the front door with a key from his key ring, and they
walk in, as the 313 team put their part of the plan into action.
Marshall takes a deep breath, as
D-12 and him stand in the foyer, as laughter comes from the living room, as he
places his gun in his sweat jacket pocket.
“BITCH! Put Some Fuckin’ Clothes
On!” Marshall states very firmly, as he walks into the living room and stands
over the two people in the middle of the floor having sex, with a sheet barely
covering them.
“MARSHALL!” The woman yells out in
surprise, as she looks up at the voice.
“Whore!” Marshall sarcastically
states, as he looks down at his x-wife and her boyfriend.
“What The Fuck . . .” Mike yells
out, as Swifty’s foot roughly connects with his ribs, and then Kon Artis throws
Mike’s clothes on his then fetal position body, that’s moaning in intense pain.
“Marshall what are you doing
here?” Kim asks in a concern tone, as she wraps the sheet around her nude body.
“Come to say my goodbyes.”
Marshall nonchalantly states with a wicked grin, as Kim stands up in front of
him.
“Where are you going?” Kim
nonchalantly asks, as she glances around at D-12 standing around them.
“I’m not! You and your pussy ass
boyfriend are! That’s if you both want to continue to breath.” Marshall very
calmly states, as Kim lays her hands on his chest, and he grabs her left wrist
and bends it backwards, causing her to fall to her knees in pain at his feet,
as he continues to slightly bend it.
“Don’t Move Motherfucker!” Swifty
angrily states, as he kicks Mike again, as he moved to help Kim, causing him to
double over again in server pain.
“Marshall Baby Please I Love You.”
Kim pleads, as Marshall knells down to her and their eyes connect, and he
slowly lets go of her wrist.
“You have a fuckin’ funny way of
showing it! Sign This!” Marshall states, as their eyes stay connected, as he
hands her the envelope, and Bizarre walks over and hands Marshall a pen, and he
quickly hands it to Kim.
Kim slowly opens the envelope and
starts to read, glancing at Marshall as she reads; realizing he knows it was
her that tried to set him up she begins to cry.
“Why?” Kim struggles to say
between her crying, as she looks into his ice-cold blue eyes, as she wraps her
arms around his neck.
“I will do anything you want. I
know how to make you . . .” Kim whispers, as she tries to kiss him, and he
roughly pushes her away and she falls to the floor.
“Kim! Sign It!” Marshall states,
as he takes a deep breath as he stands over her.
“Marshall listen to me baby you
have too believe me he made me do it if we could be by ourselves we could talk
about this please.” Kim jumps up and pleads in one continuous breath, as she
wraps her arms around his neck again.
“Do you hear this?” Marshall
sarcastically asks, as he pushes Kim away as he walks over to Mike, who’s
doubled over in pain.
“The Slut would suck my fuckin’
dick right HERE in front of you, you dumb ass motherfucker. . . BUT Kim! I have a better ideal!” Marshall
explains, as he steps on Mike’s hand, as he is turning around to look at Kim,
who’s standing a few steps away from him crying.
Kim looks at Marshall who wickedly
smiles at her, and she rushes over to him, and wraps her arms around his neck.
“I’ll do anything you want. Baby,
Please don’t make me leave you and Hailie. Where will I go?” Kim whispers in
his ear, as she seductively kisses down his neck, as Marshall reaches in his
pocket and pulls out the 9 mm and slowly pulls it up between them, seductively
rubbing it against her body.
“You don’t want to sign my paper.
Then Kill Him!” Marshall cold heartily whispers, as he runs the gun down her
cheek, as he coldly stares into her eyes, and then slowly positions himself
behind her, as she takes the gun in her hands, and he helps her aim directly at
Mike’s head.
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