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how bad it angered me that this nigga set me up. He better be glad that we couldn’t find him and his lil fake ass goons or them nigga’s woulda been dead. That’s the only reason why we stayed those extra nights.” He said while sitting down on the leather ottoman in front of Tammy. He looked up at her then back down at the floor. He was definitely disappointed in himself. She shook her head with such hurt, and anger written all over her face then grinned a bit of sarcasm while staring at him.
    “So that’s al l you gotta say for yourself?” she calmly asked. Russell cut his eyes at her but knew it was in his best interest to just keep quiet whenever she came at him with that question. He stared down at his red and white stripe Addidas Gazelle’s that matched perfectly with his white tee underneath a J. Crew v-neck tee-shirt. Tammy slid off of the edge of the bed and began pacing back in forth in front of him. She frowned shaking her head again trying to hold back from slapping the hell out of her disconnected husband.
    “Nigga , it took you until this morning to wanna come and talk to me?” Russell sat quietly listening. With the word nigga so fluently flying out of her mouth, he knew better than to answer back. “That shit happened on Saturday evening Russ!!! SATURDAY FUCKING EVENING..!!” She yelled at him. “I needed you then!”
    She pushed her je t black bangs out of her face. Frustration was taking over, but she inhaled a deep breath trying to calm her nerve. “Listen, I never blamed you for this happening because Mitch, or whoever the hell he is played the fuck out of both of us. Just to think I had my daughters around his wife and kids like we were all going to be this happy lil dope dealing transaction family. I mean what the fuck?” She said realizing that talking about it wasn’t calming her down. “I’m not trying to be upset with you. I want nothing more than to put this behind us and move on.”
    “Me, too,” he chimed in, but that was easier said than done. A man had set him up and took every dime he had. He wasn’t going to sit back quietly and take a hit like that. His wheels were already spinning in motion.
    Tammy looked in his eyes. “But, I needed you to be there for me and you weren’t.”
    “I wanted to be there for you.” He said.
    She s hook her head feeling a bit speechless. She’d been with Russell on and off since high school, so she knew him very well. He said that he wanted to be there for her but his actions spoke louder than his words and she was downright tired of it.
    “You wanted to be there for me, huh? Round of applause for the nigga who wanted to be there for his wife while she was in distress,” she said, clapping her hands. “Y ou kill me with that muthafuckin’ nonchalant attitude you got!” She pushed him side the head with her index finger like she wanted him to get wrong.
    “Babe, le’me explain,” Russell cut in trying to calm the situation some.
    “Explain what? Tell me what is it that you can explain that’ll help me understand why you deserted me when I needed you the most.”
    “I was looking for the men that robbed us.” He explained with his head still hung low.
    “ You left me in a hotel room while you and Malcolm rode out on the town looking for the men who robbed us? Like are you serious right now? Those men could’ve killed us while we were in that room. And if the police hadn’t so conveniently stopped through to talk to the housekeeper outside that room we would’ve been dead.”
    “Don’t you think I know that?!” Russell yelled, his blood pumping with anger as he thought about it. He stood up and snapped back. “I have had nothing but time to think about this mess I got us in. I’m mad, I’m hurt, I’m fucking disappointed!” He yelled. “I wanted to kill them bitch ass nigga’s for what they did. Don’t you think I thought about our families, our daughters?” He paced the floor in front of Tammy like a mad