II. Industry

Chapter 11: FML

Tamara's POV

I stood on the chair trying to reach the top of the wall with the paintbrush. I sighed then sucked my teeth.

"Baby, I got some shit to tell you," He sighed then continued to set up the baby bed.

"Like what," I asked.

"Ian want to tell you, but I need to. So the day we did that interview, I had hit up Tinashe's. I wanted to discuss the little rumor or whatever with her and then I brought up the song situation or whatever. She was writing them about me,"

I rolled my eyes. Can't trust these hoes. "Okay. Can I just whoop her ass one time," I whined.

"I mean, as long as you put padding over my babies then hell yeah. Put her little ass in her place,"

"You know what? I'm not gon fight her. Imma destroy that bitch slowly by being fake as she is," I smirked.

"Wait a minute, you are not about to be playing these childish ass games with her. Ion recommend it, mayne,"

I sighed. "You right, but what you want me to do? Talk to her?" I asked when my phone went off. I stepped off of the chair then walked toward it.

I put it up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Tamara! Girl, brace yourself for what I'm about to tell you," I heard Zendaya yell into the phone.

"Okay. What's up, love," I sat down into the chair.

"So, I was reading this article or whatever and that bitch Tinashe confirmed that her and Shad was sleeping together,"

My mouth dropped. "You kidding right?"

"No. It's in Us magazine and every other magazine that could get their hands on it and there is a picture of yo man leaving that hoe house, but handle that and I'll call you later,"

I hung up the phone after exchanging a few words with her.

"Baby, what happen?" He asked.

I sighed and stayed silent for a while. He was now kneeling in front of me. I was still trying to take in the news that was just given to me.

"T-tinashe confirmed that you and her are sleeping around," I ran my fingers through my hair.

He jumped up then snatched his keys off of the babies dresser and ran down our stairs. I stood up slowly then sped walk after him.

"Rashad!" I called after him. The next thing I knew, I heard his tires screeching and the garage didn't even get let down. I sighed then walked down the stairs to let it down.

Rashad's POV

I sped down the street going 80. Right now, I could careless about a speeding ticket. I just really wanna knock the hell out Tinashe, but I can't because Ion hit females. She'll make a nigga go there though. I pressed onto my brakes as I pulled into her apartment complex. I parked my car beside her Benz then jumped out and ran up her stairs. I knocked rapidly on her door until she opened it.

"What?" She asked.

I pushed pass her and walked into her apartment then stood in the middle of her foyer.

"You got some damn nerve claiming that we been fuckin around when that shit never happened," I said calmly.

She walked over to me then folded her arms. "Don't come at me with that bullshit," She said while rolling her eyes.

"You got me bout fucked up. You the one that fucked up and did some bullshit like-,"

I was cut off by her crashing her lips into mine. I instantly pushed her off. "Yeah. Tamara really about to beat yo ass,"

I bumped past her and walked out of her house then ran down the stairs toward my car. I pulled my phone out of my pocket then dialed up BJ.

"Yo, nigga, call up my lawyer. Shits bout to get real,"

"What are you talking about," He asked then I heard his baby screaming in the background.

"Tinashe crazy ass," I sighed then sped back toward my house.

"Oh yeah. Them rumors still goin?" He asked.

"No. The hoe made the shit official," I rolled my eyes.

"Damn man. Im call ya lawyer up after I lay Jr down," He chuckled.

"Ight man. Don't forget either," I said then hung up.

I let our garage up and pressed onto the gas and the car sped into my spot next to Tamara's mustang. I parked the car then climbed out while taking the keys out of the ignition. I opened the door and walked toward Tamara who was sitting at the island with her elbows propped on the bar and head in her hands.

"How'd it go," She asked looking over at me.

I sighed. I really don't want to stress her out because its not safe, but Ian tryna hide shit from her. "It didn't go to good man," I sucked my teeth.

"Will it piss me off?" She asked.

"Alot," I mumbled.

"Don't even tell me," She sighed.

"You gon find out sooner or later, but I just don't want this stressing you out. It ain't healthy for you or the babies," I sighed while rubbing her back.

"I know. Why she choose to do this shit now? I'm not down for it," She sighed.

"I know. I'm puttin a stop to this shit. I got BJ to call the lawyer, but I might need to put a hit out for both her and her got damn sister,"

"No. We done got enough blood on our hands. We don't need anymore," She said.

"Ion care. When my kids is involved, nigga you ain't gon make it," I rolled my eyes.

"Shad. No. Let her bitter ass make it. I know our lives would be much easier, but ian tryna catch no case,"

"Alright. I got a plan," I smirked.

"Which is?"

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Alright. After a good episode of love and hip hop and reading yall comments, I got it. An idea hit me :) It's short, but I wanted to write it out before I forgot ;-; Also, ian wanna give yall the plan just yet. Its gettin messy

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