Chapter 73 - Spin The Block Pt. 3

A/N Warning: This chapter includes matures themes & themes of violence, gun violence, and domestic violence.

A/N: The song SPINBACK by Eibell fits so perfectly for this chapter so I had to use it lol. Hope y'all enjoy the absolute worst of this chapter 😈.

Marshall's POV:

— November 17th, 11:00PM

I walk through the hotel parking lot, looking for Malik. He said he would be in a black Lamborghini Urus Mansory.

It wasn't the car alone that helped me find him, but rather the fact that he was stood outside of it with two other dudes that I didn't know. I'm not gonna lie, I was on edge. My mind was racing with thoughts of what if this lil' dude was testing me to see if I would go back to my old ways or be violent to see if I was fit to be with Sadé; Or better yet, what if he was testing me to see if I really would protect her like I promised I always would? I don't know, but it seems like these thoughts are mere thoughts because I didn't dwell on them for too long.

"Yo, what up, Malik." I dapped him up.

"What up." He greeted in return, "I got my cousins here with me tonight. They already know what's up with Zach, right now. That's Marco & that's Dallas." He explained who the other two men were, and why they were here.

Malik & Sadé's cousins. Good to know that her family definitely rides for her, I thought to myself. Seems like despite their family dynamic, drama, and affairs that she has opened up to me about that bothers her, one thing's for certain and two thing's for sure: Sadé is very important to them, loved, and protected.

"Marshall." I briefly introduced myself.

"Marco."

"What up, man. Dallas."

I would've preferred to meet more of her family under better circumstances, but this'll have to do. The two of them seemed like cool dudes anyways so it was no biggie.

We were all about to get in the car before Malik stopped me by grabbing my shoulder. I gave him a suspicious look, knowing we were going at it not even a few hours ago. He raised his eyebrows, giving me a look.

"Ayo. Take this:" He said nonchalantly handing me a gun.

I took it in my hands, inspecting it. I hadn't held one in ages. I wasn't involved in that lifestyle no more nor did I own them anymore. I have one in my home for emergencies because of my celebrity status, but never have I once used it, held it, or even thought about it. Shit, I barely even know where it's at if I'm being honest. However, when the gun was given to me I accepted it without any hesitation or second thought. I tucked it in the waistband of my drawers, concealing it perfectly. I still didn't know why he gave it to me though.

"I appreciate it, but why exactly do I need a gun? Thought we were just beating some sense into that fool?" I frown.

"We are, but this is Chicago. Nigga, everybody and they momma's own a gun. You never know what might pop off. That's the only reason me and boys carry one in the first place... Now anyways." He shrugged, showing no emotion, getting in the drivers seat.

"Understandable." I mumbled.

I got in the passengers seat, putting on my seatbelt. Dallas and Marco were in the back seats, hard expressions on their face. Malik started driving in the night filled streets that were still busy with city traffic. I looked at where the GPS was set, noticing we had a good thirty minutes until we were at our destination. I sat back, conversing with the guys; Although, my mind was somewhere else - How I was going to absolutely destroy that piece of shit.

— Some Time Later

Along the way while discussing exactly what we planned to do to that fucker, we had some how gotten on the subject of how Malik had actual bodies. And I don't mean all talk, this man had actually been with the bullshit, and so has Marco. They apparently had opps from when they used to sell drugs, hang out in the hood, and acquired a few enemies. That was before Sadé moved them out anyways. They said once they left the hood they made a promise to her to never be involved in that lifestyle again because that was her only condition, which they kept. They don't do the whole drug dealing or hanging with the wrong crowd thing anymore. However, they also promised to always have her back no matter what. They all told me how they used to grow up together and shit so whenever anyone would pick on her they'd beat 'em up, or as they got older just straight up popped 'em. She was always one to be a really easy target to pick on for being super nice and for her struggles according to them. And she didn't like fighting back because she didn't want to hurt anyone so until she really started to defend & speak up for herself they did it for her. I found that very amiable & kind of them. I didn't know that about Sadé at all. I guess I did a little bit, but not to that extent. It seemed like everyday I discovered something new about her, which I absolutely cherished.

We finally arrived at the neighborhood that Zach apparently lived in. It was a pretty nice suburban-like community that was very private; Not gated, but private. His house, however was gated. It was large, secluded, and there was driving distance before you could even see a neighbor. Surely he had security that we needed to get past.

"What are we going to do about security? They ain't gonna let us in." I addressed them once Malik parked a few feet away from the outside of home.

"He doesn't have security at his Chicago home, only at his LA one. And I have the code to his gate still so it's easy entry." Malik gave an evil smirk.

Isn't Zach stupid, I thought to myself. How could he not have security surrounding his house? That was safety 101 for someone of his caliber, an NBA star. I chuckled to myself, not believing how easy this was about to be. We were all getting ready to hop out the car when Dallas quickly rushed us, telling us to get back inside.

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold up, give it a second. It's some girl walking out his house. We ain't tryna get caught." Dallas said on high alert.

And sure enough he was right. Some random, blonde, white lady was walking out his house, getting in an Uber. From the looks of it, the broad was doing the walk of shame; A booty call.

"That bitch ain't got no ass." Marco commented as his eyes grazed her body while he leaned forward between the drivers and passenger seat to get a better look.

"Nigga, shut the fuck up." Dallas smacked his lips, smacking Marco in the back of his head to get him to focus on the task at hand.

"Bruh... I'm just sayin'." Marco simply said leaning back in his seat.

Once the Uber drove off in the opposite direction from us, it was go time. We all got out the car, walking up to the gate. I pulled my hood over my hat that I lowered over my face. I'd hate for anyone to recognize me and for this to get out or worse than that, for Sadé to find out. So I tried to conceal my identity as best I could. Once Malik got the code in, the gates opened for us, allowing us in. We decided to leave the car parked where it was outside of the gates in case something happened; We didn't want to be stuck on the premise of his property so we didn't drive it into his driveway.

We got to his front door, Malik being the one to ring the doorbell. Me, Dallas, and Marco stood to the side, not trying to be noticed just yet so we could catch him off guard. My blood was boiling thinking about all the shit he did to Sae, how he treated her, and how he made her feel. What really struck a nerve in me though was the fact that she's still hurting from all this: She's still healing, and he's still affecting her, getting in her head, making her second guess herself, her worth, and question if she's good enough. Despite them being broken up, the damage he did to her is irreparable. Nothing could fix what he had done to her. I wasn't paying attention because I was so angry until the sound of a door opening caught my attention.

"Malik? What are you doing here? Haven't seen you in months since Sadé and I were dating. What's going on, bro?" Zach sounded pleasantly surprised.

The hell is he happy for? Because he just got some pussy or because he thinks he's about to get back together with Sae? Because that last option won't ever happen.

"Don't call me bro. I'm not your bro, anymore." Malik said in this unmoving voice that had a tone filled with hatred.

"What are you talking about? We're still cool despite your sister and I's falling out." Zach tried to act like the good guy with his condescending ass.

I felt my jaw tighten at his words. Falling out? He literally abused her, and she had to escape his hold on her, and he wants to call it a falling out?! Please. I wanted to walk over there and punch him square in his shit, but it looks like Malik beat me to it.

He punched him square in the jaw, taking him by surprise. Zach stumbled back from not expecting it. He had swung back, defending himself. He missed, however, because Malik dodged his hit entirely.

"WHAT THE FUCK, BRO?!" Zach wondered angrily.

"YOU WANTED TO HIT MY SISTER, RIGHT? YOU WANTED TO BE ABUSIVE, RIGHT?" Malik said as he started punching him back to back.

Me and the guys moved from our spots as we pushed the men inside, closing the door behind us as we barged our way inside of his home. Wouldn't want to take any chances. The fight between Malik and Zach was a fair one. They were fairly similar heights, Zach being a few inches taller of course, and had the same muscle build. Malik was doing a number on him as he had him on the ground. Dallas was at the door, keeping watch.

"I NEVER PUT MY HANDS ON SADÉ. I LOVE THAT GIRL." Zach hollered, denying all claims, wresting with Malik.

"Stop fucking lying, nigga. She told me everything!" Malik said.

"Aye, M, Let the nigga speak. I wanna see what his lying ass gotta say." Marco piped up.

Malik separated himself from Zach, rage filling his eyes. It's seems as if Zach has yet to notice me, but I noticed him. And the more I looked at him, and the more lies that spewed from his mouth the angrier I got. I wanted to hear what he had to say though. What "justifiable" explanation he had.

"Talk." Marco said through gritted teeth.

"I never put my hands on Sadé, bro. I loved that girl and still do..." Zach started, causing my eye to twitch.

Ain't no way he ever loved her if he put his hands on her. And I know he did for a fact because I saw the pictures of the bruise Sadé had in her phone. She doesn't know I know about the pictures because I took pictures of them while she was asleep tonight. I may have gone through her phone just so that I could have hard evidence against him because I just knew he was going to try to deny that shit. Fucking pussy.

And hearing him say he still loves her, as in currently. Oh, best believe he was going to feel my wrath. Ain't nobody in love with Sadé except for me. I can promise you that.

"... If anything she was the one that would hit me." Zach finished his little rant, making me scoff.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically, gaining his attention.

Zach let out a short chuckle when he saw me. He threw his head back with a scoff. 

"I should've known her new boy toy was going to be here. The fuck you doing here, Shady?" Zach squinted his eyes at me.

"I ain't her boy toy. I'm her man. I'm here to teach you a lesson to never put your hands on a woman. Especially, my woman, my Sadé." I told him slowly, rage running through my veins.

"Aren't you too old to be doing this shit, man?" Zach questioned as he ignored what I said previously.

"Aren't you too old to be lying? Aren't you to old to not know any better? Aren't you too old to be acting like a bitch boy?!" I huffed out, "You think we don't know what the fuck you did?! HUH?" I yelled walking closer to him with every step.

I pulled out my phone, pulling up the pictures that I had taken of Sadé's phone that displayed his abuse. I held it up to his face for him to study.

"THAT AIN'T YOU? YOU DIDN'T GIVE HER THOSE BRUISES? YOU DIDN'T PUT HER IN THE HOSPITAL ONCE BECAUSE YOU BEAT HER SO BADLY?!" I bellowed, making the entire room silent as I shoved the pictures in his face.

He had nothing to say. He was silent and the pathetic look on his face said it all, it spoke the truth. I heard chatter behind me, but I wasn't even focused on that right now. When Zach had that stupid look on his face that I saw turn into a smirk, I swear I lost all control that I had. I took a few more steps toward him, delivering a left handed punch right to his nose. There was a popping sound that followed afterwards as blood trickled down his face. I didn't care that this dude was taller than me. He was skinnier and clearly deprived of Sadé's home cooked meals because I was bigger than him and had boxing on my side.

(*a/n - We'll use this as a reference picture for the fighting terms purposes lol)

He was swinging back, getting in a couple of hits as we scuffled. I didn't even care about that though because it was nothing compared to what I was doing to him. I was hitting him with jabs and crosses until I had him cornered up against the wall. That's when I really started going in.

I hit him with a hook before going in with an uppercut. He tried to get at me, but I dodged him. That's when Marco and Malik held his arms back so that I could really put in work. It was free game now. I was blinded by my rage.

"YOU WANT TO ABUSE WOMEN?"

*Jab*

"YOU WANTED TO HIT SAE?"

*Jab*

"YOU WANTED TO CHEAT ON HER?"

*Jab*

"YOU WANTED TO MANIPULATE HER?"

*Hook*

"NOW YOU CAN'T EVEN OWN UP TO IT LIKE A REAL MAN?"

I got him with a boxing combo that time: A double jab with a cross, followed by an hook.

"I am a man. More than you'll ev - " He started.

I punched him right in the mouth, shutting his bitch ass up. He ain't shit except for a pussy. Dallas had stopped guarding the door, and came up next to me. He gave me a tap, letting me know he wanted to get a few hits in himself.

"AYO, tag me in!" Dallas excitedly requested me.

I stopped punching him, smacking hands with Dallas as we tag teamed Zach as if this was WWE or something. That's when he started putting in his own work as he started beating his ass too. My focus then moved from Zach to the other reason why I came here. I started looking around the place for his phone. I looked all over the living room where we were currently at. It wasn't here. I then moved to Zach, checking his pockets. Empty except for a blunt and lighter.

"Hold up." I said, telling all the dudes to pause all movements.

"What's wrong?" Marco asked, noticing me looking for something.

"Where's this fuckers phone?" I asked.

Marco looked over to Zach, waiting for him to answer. His face was all bloodied and red. He looked at me, not answering. Instead, he spit out blood at me. The disrespectful fucker. I got in his face this time, asking him directly.

"I. Said. Where. Is. Your. Phone? Don't make me ask you again." I threatened.

"Or what?" He grimaced.

I wrapped my hands around his throat, beginning to squeeze as I looked him directly in the eyes.

"Try me, bitch." I simply said slowly cutting off his airways.

"Upstairs. Bed- bedroom." He struggled to get out.

"What's the password?"

"0310" He answered.

I let go, walking upstairs. I entered the first open door that I saw. Thankfully, it was his bedroom. I saw his phone on his nightstand. I swiped up, putting in his passcode. The first thing I went to was his photo gallery. I scrolled for what felt like forever, not finding what I was looking for.

Then it hit me. He hid it. I went into his hidden folder, finding exactly what I was looking for then - Sadé's nude pictures, videos, and the both of them together. I clenched my jaw, not liking that she had sent these to him or even allowed him to take it in the first place. I couldn't be upset at her though because it happened while they were dating. I was furious with Zach though because he still had them. He never deleted not one of them. His dirty ass probably still looks at it and jerks off to it. The thought disgusted me.

I selected all of the images that contained her even in the slightest and pressed delete. I then went into his deleted folder because I'm not stupid. I may not be the smartest with technology, but I have a phone of my own. It asked if I wanted to delete them from all devices and iCloud, which I selected yes for because I remembered Jordyn saying even if it's not on his phone it could be there. I spent the last few minutes doing that, and once I was done. I went back downstairs.

I wanted to kick his ass again for even still having those pictures and videos still in his phone. They had been broken up since before I met her, which was over 6 months ago. There was absolutely no reason he still had them in his possession. I entered the living room once again, where Malik was punching him like a human punching bag once again and shouting insults at him. I'm assuming Marco had already had his way with him while I was busy because his hands were bloodied & bruised.

"Watch out, dawg." I said to Malik, moving him out the way.

I got in Zach's face once more. My voice was low and deep as I spoke. I was eerily calm as I talked to him.

"You still had Sadé's pictures and videos in your phone?" I asked already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear him say it.

"What pictures?" He played dumb.

"You know which ones." I said matter of factly.

"Oh, the ones where I had her bent over the bed with her legs spread? Or are you talking about the ones where she's sucking my dick off like no tomorrow?" He flaunted with a chuckle.

A smirk spread across his face as if this was some type of joke to him. Malik had a repulsed facial expression hearing of his sister in that way.

"Why?" I questioned through gritted teeth.

My hands were balled into fists. I was breathing heavy. And my eye twitched the more I tried to hold in my anger.

"Why what?" He gave a smug look.

"Why do you still have 'em, dumbass?"

"The same reason why you fuck her: To bust a nut. That's all the lil' bitch is good for now. Ain't it? She ain't nothing but a slut now that she ain't with me." He continued to taunt me.

"You're fucking sick. You're sick as hell. You ain't nothing but a pussy, who wishes he still had a woman as good as Sadé." I scowled as I looked at him with disgust written all over my face.

"Let him go." I told Marco and Dallas impromptu.

They both looked at me for confirmation before letting him go because they knew all hell would really break loose then. They did it anyways and as soon as they did, Zach lunged for me. He tackled me to the ground as he tried to punch me, but missed. I locked my arm around his neck in the form of a headlock as I pushed him off of me. He was able to get a hit in my ribcage then as I was exposed to him for a brief moment.

We wrestled until I had him flipped over and on the ground. I was hovered above him as my knee held me up, keeping my balance. I had him by the shirt in one hand while the other was form into a fist while I punched him in the face. I needed up getting him in the jaw, the eye, and the nose. All I saw was red. I didn't give a fuck about anything else except for hurting him and putting him in pain just like he had done to my baby girl.

He was covering his face trying to dodge my hits, but it didn't matter. I then let go of his shirt and started going crazy, using both of my fists.

"Ok - Okay. I'm sorry! I'M SORRY!" Zach begged me to stop, but I was showing no mercy.

"YOU DON'T GET TO SAY SORRY NOW. SORRY DOESN'T FIX WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID TO HER. SORRY DOESN'T TAKE IT BACK. SORRY DOESN'T TAKE AWAY HER FOREVER PAIN." I yelled at him as I continued my attack.

"STOP. I GET IT. I'M SORRY." He tried to push me off of him.

"Shut the fuck up, and take what's handed to you, pussy ass nigga." Malik got low to the ground, telling him.

"You heard that? Did you hear what the fuck he said?" I asked Zach as I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at Malik.

"Yes, bro. I'm sorry, just leave me alone already." Zach pleaded with Malik.

"Nah." Malik shrugged as he stomped him in the face, splitting open his lip.

I forcefully snapped his face back in my direction so that I could talk to him now.

"You won't ever put your hands on anyone else anymore, but especially Sadé right?" I asked as my blue eyes glared at him with anger.

"R-Right." He shook his head rapidly, the look of fear in his eyes.

Funny. He was so tough to hit a woman, but now that it's a fair fight with a man he's scared? Shame on him.

"And you don't love her no more, right."

He just shook his head no. I wasn't pleased with that so I socked him in the jaw.

"RIGHT?!" I yelled at him.

"Right. No, I don't love her anymore." He said.

"And you ain't gonna ever think about her again will you?"

"No." Zach answered.

"And you're sorry for ever doing what you did to her, ain't you?" Malik asked him.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I'm so sorry!" Zach exasperated.

Then Malik pulled out his gun. Marco and Dallas looked at him with confusion as this wasn't apart of the plan. The exchanged glances with one another, but me - I wasn't phased. My body was numb with adrenaline. Malik turned the safety trigger off, sounding a click. He moved it to Zach's head as I continued to hold him down. His body was already weak and he was on the verge of passing out. Blood was all over him, leaking from his wounds. Zach's eyes were practically popping out of his eye sockets now.

"No, man, wait! I'm sorry! I swear to you, I'm sorry! Please don't do this. I got a baby on the way man. Please." He pleaded with Malik, who just laughed evilly.

"I ain't gone shoot you, nigga. I ain't got no plans to. But take this as a lesson: The next time you ever fuck with my baby sister again, I'll spin the block on you & blow your fucking brains out. Got it?" Malik spoke to him gravely.

"I got it..." Zach whispered as he nodded his head quickly, thankful he didn't pull the trigger.

"Ight, let's go." Malik said getting up and walking out the house.

I got up, looking Zach in the eyes, mean mugging him. Marco walked up and stomped him in the face one last time, knocking him out cold before we all fled the house. We got in the car, driving back to the hotel so I could be dropped off and reunited with Sadé.

— Early Hours Of The Morning

I tried to be as quiet as humanly possible as I entered the bedroom of the hotel. I could only pray that Sadé was not awake and hadn't noticed I was gone. I didn't know how I would explain this to her if she was. And I had no idea how she'd react neither. I had blood on my hands, bruises, and blood on my clothes from when Zach's blood leaked onto me.

I sneakily walked towards the bed, checking to see if she was up. I held my breath as I went to examine her face. I let out a sigh of relief when I seen she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever. Thank god! She was snoring lightly too, meaning she was knocked out.

I quickly changed my clothes, stuffing the ones I had just taken off deep inside of my suitcase so that they couldn't be found by her. I got back into a sole pair of boxers so she wouldn't question why I had randomly added more articles of clothing to my body during the night.

I then went into the bathroom to clean myself up. I washed my hands, cleaning my cuts and bruises. They weren't to noticeable now that they weren't covered in blood. If she did notice anything, I could chalk it up to me boxing/sparring with the homies or something. I didn't like lying to her, but she couldn't find out about this at all. Ever. She'd lose it so it needed to be done. I left the bathroom, turning off the lights.

I climbed under the covers next to her, grabbing her body and bringing it close to mines. She stirred a little bit before settling into me. I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders, and hopefully she did too somehow, miraculously.