II. Industry

Chapter 25: Testify

Rashad.

Tamara has been out of the hospital for two weeks now and I learned some new things about her while I was out there. I didn't really care about the other stuff, but I heard she was kissing and cuddling with Trevor young ass. I decided to take her out to dinner to drop the news on her, but I gotta give her a chance to admit it or deny it.

I sat across from her while looking over the menu.

"So, you ready for next week?" She asked referring to the start of my tour.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said before setting the menu down. "You got anything interesting you wanna share,"

She shook her head. "Nothing. Just excited about being home alone with the kids," She smiled.

I nodded slowly. "So, I'm giving you an opportunity to own up to anything you've done," I said while squinting my eyes her.

She shook her head. "I don't have anything,"

"Lie to me again and Imma come over there and rock yo shit," I stated calmly.

She gasped lightly then shook her head. "I'm tired of you threatening me. Do it 'cause I'm not owning up to shit,"

I laughed sarcastically. "I'm not gon hit you, but guess what? I want my damn ring back until you own up to your shit like a real woman. And I want your shit out, too," I said sternly.

She stayed silent while looking into her lap and playing with her ring.

"Give it up. You obviously don't cherish it since you wanna have so much pride. Give me my shit," I snarled.

She looked up at me then sighed. "When-,"

"No. Don't try to tell me now. You had your chance. Hand it over," I lowly sighed.

"No. Just listen," She whined.

"I gave you a chance, baby, but you wanted to act like you was all hard, so you gotta pay the piper,"

She sighed then sat back into her chair. I looked around the restaurant to avoid eye contact. I heard her silent sobs which made my heart soften.

"Baby, don't cry," I said before handing her a napkin.

"I don't wanna lose you and," She started to hiccup as her sobs became a little louder.

"Sh. You're not gonna lose me. You just need to get yourself together,"

"No. No. I am because I've been being a bitch to you and you try your best with everything," She sighed.

"You're just under alot of stress. I get it, but I'm not gon let you treat me just any type of way,"

"I'm late and I'm scared,"

"Like late to a interview or a meeting," I asked.

"No. Late on my period," She rolled her eyes.

"I mean, you're stressed out. That might throw it off,"

"I am only 4 days off, so you might be right," She chuckled.

I hope I am. Ion want no more kids right now.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, where do we stand," She asked while swirling her straw around the cup.

"Where do you want us at,"

"Married and raising our kids with our career still doing fine,"