13. Intel

Marshall's P.O.V.

April, 2000

Lifting my fist, I bang it against the door, knowing damn well I shouldn't be here at this bitch's door.

If any of them tabloid writing motherfuckers caught me here, Paul would likely take my head off. Or at the very least the bald fucker would try.

Cause last thing I need is to get caught up with the same slut that's done me dirty and lied on me before.

But then again, I need some fucking answers, and as it happens, the only one that could give them to me is this washed up lying ass cunt right here.

Which is exactly why I find myself where I'm currently am.

Pounding on the door some more with my fist, I then shove both of my hands in my pants pockets and wait.

Seconds pass like minutes, and I can feel my jaw clenching hard, teeth grinding together while I contemplate just kicking this door down.

Just then, a weary feminine voice can be heard at the other side of it, doing her best to sound tough.

Fake ass gangsta chick..

"I'm coming! I said I'm fucking coming! Like damn who is knocking like they the fucking police?!"

The door of the cheap apartment then cracks open, revealing the worn out face of my ex side-bitch, Kessia Alvarez.

Her dull eyes widening instantly as soon as she sees me, and the stupid girl attempts to rush back inside the apartment, attempting to shut the door in my face, but I quickly wedge my foot through it, preventing her from doing so.

"Surprised to see me, huh?"

Pushing past her, I force my way inside the small apartment, closing and locking the door behind me.

Was about time anyhow.

Last thing I needed was to be spotted outside by someone that would recognize me.

Won't that be a shit storm.

"Marshall!!"

Kessia takes a few steps back from me, legit trembling like the goddamn girl for real believes imma lay hands on her or some shit.

Nah.

Won't do no shit like that.

Cause contrary to popular belief, I ain't no womanbeater.

Have never laid hands on a female a day in my life unprovoked, and even then when I was, shit never was like I beat a bitch bloody.

I mean, Kim and myself sure as fuck had those moments.

When she would push me too far, when I would've laid her the fuck out if she was another dude on the street. Tempted to do just that.

Only I never have.

Might've shoved her back a few times here and there, after she done shoved me first way more times than I could count.

But I never hit her.

So for Kessia to stare at me like this?

All meek and scared, with her bottom lip trembling while she hugs herself..

Damn, dawg. You'd think I was gonna pummel her into the ground or some shit.

Then again, maybe it's just her strategy.

Her way out of getting out of this.

Cause bitches know how to play victim for sure.

Know damn well how to manipulate a motherfucker, they are goddamn pros at this shit, you get what I'm saying?

"What, cat got your tongue?" I smirk just as the damn girl backs away from me some more, an ugly crying look etched onto her face, with literally not one tear falling out of her eyes or streaming down her cheeks.

All she does is keeps on backing away from me, her eyes shifty as fuck while refusing to look at me, but I can see in them clear as day just how she knows she's been running her mouth and lying on me for months now.

"I... What are you doing here, Marshall?" She then manages to blurt out, her eyes continuing to dart about as she presses her back into a nearest wall she's just stumbled into, looking like she'd live for her body to melt and disappear into it, her tits heaving up and down, and I think to myself, there was a time I used to like fondle them shits.

And I ain't even gonna front, there was a time also, when I was real fond of this chick.

Was for real on some weak motherfucker shit and thought she could be it for me. Damn near left Kim for her, damn near flew the coup for some stupid whore, and for what?

For the stupid slut to play me just like any other slut out there.

Then she gonna go to the tabloids and tell them straight lies about me.

The same ones she told the rhinestone chick who then somehow thought it was cool for her to put on her lil disstracks against me.

As though rhinestone and myself was even on the same level.

"I know you was the one talking to Harmony Jones, Kessia," I frown while walking up to her, staring down at her, my temper almost getting the best of me just looking at her.

One thing I can't stand is when motherfuckers lie on me.

"I... listen... Marshall, please, I was hurt!! You just... you told me you loved me, told me I was the one for you, you said you would leave Kim for me!! Only to just leave me behind in the dust like I didn't even mean anything to you!!"

The trifling chick then yells at me, yells right in my face, tears mixed with her mascara run down her face, making it look ugly with how it scrunches up when she cries, and I really look at her then, thinking to myself imma be goddamned.

Back when I first met her, Kessia was hot.

Her features intrigued me, pulling me to her instantly when she was stood in front of me, oozing confidence, one of her hands placed strategically on her hip while she fluttered her fake eyelashes at me, her voice coming out all breathy and flirty while pretending she ain't even know who I was.

While the whole time, the goddamn girl was stood in front of me during my autograph signing.

Kessia had guts back then, imma give her that.

And she was hot back then like I said.

But now, I ain't barely know who this chick standing right in front of me is.

Time wasn't kind to Kessia at all, and it wasn't even that long since I saw her last, I swear to fuck dawg.

She looks like a cheap copy of a female I once knew, like an.. imitation diamond or some shit.

As a matter of fact..

"You the one that's been telling all them lies to rhinestone for her to put in her whack ass songs against me," i nod my head just once, clenching my jaw. Shit isn't a question, it's a fact.

"Rhinestone?" Kessia looks genuinely confused by what the fuck I just said, and I smirk to my own private joke.

"That Harmony bitch. From Diamond Cuts," I then clarify lazily squinting my eyes at Alverez's small frame.

A look of defiance then suddenly appearing on her face like she thinks she's a big dog all of a sudden.

"So what if I was, Marshall?!" Kessia them crosses her arms over her tits.

And I briefly imagine just chocking her out for a few seconds.

I won't though.

Cause I ain't like to do that to a bitch unless she asks me for it.

Slim Shady is only a character after all.

Plus, as of late, there's been only one bitch I truly want to choke half to death.

"How have you even met her anyway?" I then ask Kessia emotinlessly, my hands shoved back into the pockets of my pants as I stand over her.

She looks up.

That same remorseful look in her dull muddy eyes.

But I almost feel bad, yo.

Not even gonna lie.

I hate for a girl to look at me like this, something about it fucks with me. Fucks with my head.

If only she ain't look so fake while pretending to regret things.

I swear Kim would literally make this exact same face every single time I done caught her ass red handed with some other dude.

"I... I was partying at this club one time. Diamond Cuts were there. Harmony was the most outgoing one of them, me and her clicked, she kept buying me drinks," Kessia tells me, without looking at me. "At some point, and I don't even remember how, but I've mentioned to her that I used to date you. And she seemed really interested, and I was like super angry with you still, Marshall, plus I was broke as fuck, so I... I just..."

"So you've decided to spread them same lies you've been telling on me to some dumb thirsty ass tabloids to this random ass pop tart wannabe rapper broad? That's what you telling me, slut?"

"Marshall, I..."

"Nah, dont say shit, bitch. You fucking disgust me right now, you know that?"

Kessia hangs her head in shame while I step even closer to her, grabbing onto her chin and lifting her face up forcing her to look at me.

"Do I need to remind you of all them times you was begging me to stop cause it got too much for you?" I ask coldly.

And the thing is, I can feel the damn girl respond to me almost instantly.

It's in the way her breath caches into her throat.

In the way her eyes widen.

In the way her lips form briefly into that dumb heart shape.

Plus how her face is heating up, cheeks turning red.

How her hands fly up and hold onto my arm for dear life.

I know that Kessia still wants it, and I'm almost tempted to give it to her.

Shit like this is a huge boost to a motherfuckers ego after all.

"Marshall..." My name falling from her lips easy as fuck, she moves closer to me and presses her body to mine, and normally that would be all it took.

Not like I would turn down easy pussy while it's being thrown at me.

Only problem is, that she won't be the right chick.

Won't be HER.

Which is ironic in itself, cause it ain't like rhinestone was hard to get.

Yet, I still want her.

Only problem being that a bitch like her, I've got to have something over her in order to bend her to my will.

Feeling my tongue dart out and drag lazily across my bottom lip, wetting it, I then step aside from Kessia, speaking to her through a loosely clenched jaw.

"Tell me something I ain't know about Harmony Jones, Kessia. Right. The. Fuck. Now."

"Why?"

And that's a good motherfucking question, yo..

One I easily justify to myself in my head.

Cause see, I wanna know more about my enemy in order for me to be able to annihilate her better.

Now, most of the shit I say in my songs, I just make it up just to make motherfuckers mad.

Another half of it is somewhat true, only exagerrated.

And then another small part is literally how it is.

No lies, no gimmics, no bullshit.

Just speaking my mind and saying it how it is.

Either way, I ain't give a fuck.

Sensitive fuckers would be upset regardless, and it don't matter to me.

Music is just how I express myself.

And for me to write a diss about rhinestone that would make that lil girl bawl her eyes out, I ain't need to actually know shit about her real life.

Still, I'm curious.

And now it's Kessia's turn to help me out, the disloyal whore owns me that much.

"I... I wouldn't even know what to tell you anyways, I swear to God, Em," she sighs then, and I let go of her face, dragging a hand down my own instead in exasperation.

"Um... Only thing I could tell you is that Harmony used to do porn before. Like, you know... years before Diamond Cuts was formed. It was like her way of taking care of herself and her little sister, plus, she would use some of the money she made while doing those movies to pay for studio time. And the reason I know this is because, well... that other girl from their group, Kayla, she's told me about it once. And honestly, Marshall? If you want dirt on Harmony, than Kayla is the one you really should talk to. Kayla doesn't like Harmony. Like not at all."

"And why is that?"

"Well, from what I'm understanding and from what Kayla's told me before, back when their group was first put together, Kayla was supposed to always sing the lead and basically be the face of the band, but then Harmony had somehow managed to become more popular with her raps. So their labels began to give her more air time, so to speak. And now she's pulling this stunt with you, and she's even more so in the public's eye, while the fans barely even notice Kayla. They never have, so obviously she's bitter. Shit, I would be too. It must literally feel like that other girl stole her dream from her, who wouldn't be mad, right? So if you need somebody to really tell you all of rhinestone's, as you call her for some reason, secrets? Get some intel on her?Then your best bet would be that other Kayla and not me, Marshall. But still do pay me for your time though."

Kessia smiles at me.

"Here, slut," I take out my wallet, peel some bills away and shove them into her hand, her previously dull eyes starting to almost instantly sparkle.