“Come On Kim.” Marshall coldly whispers in her ear, as they continue to point the 9 mm at Mike’s head, as D-12 stands in silences and intensely watch.
“Hailie . . . or . . .
Mike.” Marshall coldly whispers, as he softly caresses his hands slowly
up and down her arms, as she continues to point the 9 mm at Mike’s head.
“KIM! Listen to Me! The Prick is
messing with your head!” Mike shouts out in fear, as he throws up his hand in
defensive.
“You say you love me . . . prove
it!” Marshall seductively whispers in her ear, as his gently places a kiss on
her neck, and she softly moans.
Several intense moments of
silences go by as everyone in the room intensely watches Kim; hold the 9 mm
gun, aimed at Mike’s head.
Kim quickly turns in Marshall’s
arms, and evilly looks directly at him, as she aims the gun.
“SEE MOTHERFUCKER! IF I POP YOU I
WOULD GET EVERTHING! I’M HAILIE’S MOTHER! GET THE FUCK BACK!” Kim hysterically
screams as she aims the gun at Marshall, as Proof makes a move towards her.
“WITH YOUR PRECIOUS HAILIE COMES
THE MONEY. AND WITH YOU DEAD! I WOULD HAVE EVEN MORE! THINK HOW MANY FUCKIN’
CD’S YOU’D SELL THEN! ANOTHER FUCKIN’ DEAD RAPPER! JUST LIKE TUPAC, BUT YOU’D
BE REALLY DEAD!” Kim hysterically screams, as Mike starts to get up.
“I don’t need you either
MOTHERFUCKER! I should of known you’d screw up the plan! So don’t move!” Kim
firmly states, as she quickly glances at Mike, then quickly back at Marshall,
as she continues to point the 9 mm at Marshall, who stands interested in what
she’s saying.
“GET BACK!” Kim firmly states, as
she looks at each of the men in the room, and Marshall motions for his friends
to back away, and they slowly do.
“You’re gonna listen to ME! Try to
keep that big mouth SHUT for once! I knew you had talent. Why do you think I
stuck with your fuckin’ ass?” Kim coldly states, as she contuines to look
coldly at Marshall, and he returns the cold stare, as everyone else stands
completely still.
“If the world only knew how boring
your Motherfuckin’ Ass really is! What BITCH in her fuckin’ right mind wants to
pop fuckin’ popcorn and watch movies, color for hours with Hailie, walk in the
fuckin’ cold and look at the fuckin’ snow! Give you a fuckin’ sucker after
putting a fuckin’ band-aide on your hurt pansy ass, when you DO go out and try
to be a MAN!” Kim coldly states, as Marshall calmly stands and listens to Kim,
but as the last words leave her lips he lunges towards her, slamming her
against the wall, as the gun drops to the floor.
“LOOK BITCH FUCKIN’ SIGN THE
FUCKIN PAPER! AND PRAY TO THE ALMIGHTY GOD YOU HAVE BREATHE TOMORRROW!”
Marshall angrily states, as he grabs her by the arm, and roughly pushes her to
the chair, as Proof quickly picks up the paper, and hands it to Marshall, and
he shoves it in her face.
Kim tightens the sheet around her
as she sits up in the chair, and coldly glances at Marshall, as she straightens
the paper out.
“Do you really think this paper
will work?” Kim sarcastically asks, as she signs the paper, and then throws it
back at Marshall.
“YES! It’s Over! I’m finished!”
Marshall states, as he picks up the paper and places it back in the envelope
that Kon Artis handed him, then hands it back to him.
Marshall roughly pulls Kim up from
the chair by her arm, and coldly looks into her eyes.
“Do you remember December 25,
1996? . . . that day we thought we
became parents . . . . . . . . But the
most important date for you to remember is TODAY! . . . Today I became a
father, and got rid of the trash in my daughters LIFE!” Marshall states in an eerie calm tone, as he
coldly stares into her eyes.
Marshall slowly lets go of her
arm, and she nervously sits back down in the chair, and Marshall quietly leaves
the room, with D-12 very close behind him. Not looking back.
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