Shayla WARNS Anthony: One Scratch or Bruise on Kai and You’ll See Hell!🔥Scroll Down For Full Story

 Shayla WARNS Anthony: One Scratch or Bruise on Kai and You’ll See Hell!🔥

[Scene: Front porch of the Dalton estate. Shayla stands with Kai’s bag. Anthony opens the door. Amber peeks from behind, smiling nervously. The afternoon sun hums like it knows drama’s coming.]

Shayla: (firm) You got to miss your mommy.
Kai: (waves) Bye-bye, Mommy.
Anthony: Hey, Shayla—thank you for bringing him by. I appreciate it.
Shayla: (hands the bag) I packed everything: diapers, pajamas, two outfits, milk notes—he takes it around eight—some syrup for his cough, and his little fan. He knows how to turn it on.
Amber: (taking the bag) Thank you. We’ll take good care of him.
Shayla: (looks Anthony dead in the eye) I’m trusting you, Anthony. I’m trusting both of you.
Anthony: (puffs chest) Baby, trust me. Daddy’s got this. Daddy’s got this.
Shayla: (voice drops low) Uh-uh. Let me be real. If Kai comes back with a scratch, a bruise, or a mark—anything—you’re gonna see hell. You hear me?
Anthony: (blinks) Hell? Shayla, come on—
Shayla: (cuts him off) Don’t “come on” me. You not used to keeping him like this. I’m telling you now—pay attention, protect him, watch him. You slip up, I’m not playing.
Amber: (softly, trying to soothe) Shayla, we understand. He’s safe here. We’ll follow the instructions.
Shayla: (cold smile) Talking sweet is cute, Amber. But actions matter. I’m not leaving my baby with people who don’t take this seriously.
Kai: (tugs Anthony’s shirt) Daddy, you hold me?

Anthony: (kneels) Come here, buddy. Daddy got you. Daddy’s gonna play. We got toys. We gonna have fun.
Shayla: (to Kai, gentle for a moment) Be good to Daddy. Don’t make him look bad. (back to Anthony) If I get ONE call that sounds off, I’m pulling him. I don’t care how much you say you “got this.”
Anthony: (sincere) Shayla, I promise. I know how important he is. I won’t let anything happen.
Shayla: (nods slowly) And Anthony—no excuses. No “we were busy” or “it happened fast.” You respect my rules. You call me if you unsure about something. You don’t guess.
Amber: (hand on Anthony’s shoulder) We’ll call. We’ll FaceTime if you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.
Shayla: (hands Kai over) I’m not trying to start drama, Amber. I’m protecting my son. If I feel disrespected, I will show you what disrespect looks like.
Anthony: (takes Kai carefully) I get it. Thank you for trusting us. We won’t let you down.
Shayla: (pauses at the doorstep) Remember what I said. If he comes home perfect, then we all smiling. If not—don’t test me.
Kai: (waves, small voice) Bye, Mommy.
Shayla: (walking away, over her shoulder) Bye, baby. Call me if anything. I’ll be close.
Amber: (whispers) Welcome to the Dalton estate. We got the toys—right here.
Anthony: (smiles, nervous) Yeah. Toys. Let’s go, buddy. Daddy’s got this.
[They step inside. The door closes, and the silence hums—Anthony’s confidence mixed with Shayla’s warning, like tinder and a spark.]