Chapter Eleven #2
“Yea. My homegirl said Dex people was at the club all night trying to put shit together. When she went back this morning everybody was gone and it’s like nothing happened.
The owner of the club wasn’t trying to get shut down, so they paid a pretty penny to make all that shit go away.
I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I think we need a plan.
I’m cool with you playing captain-save-a-hoe, but I don’t want the shit coming back to bite us in the ass. ”
“Everything already planned out.”
“Then let me in because I’m about ready to dig a hole for her loudmouth ass.”
“No need. Her people going to come scoop her,” Logic informed him, making his way into the kitchen.
“You told them where you live?” Al bucked. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“It’s cool. It’s her best friends. They thanked me,” he said, extending the blunt so he could start making breakfast.
“Straight up?”
“Yep.”
“Oh, aight. Luckiest nigga I know,” Al sighed in relief. “Rah called me and said the show tonight starts at 8. I asked him if kids could come, he said yea.”
“Good looking, the troops are going to be happy.” Logic beamed, pulling contents out of the refrigerator.
“The fuck is you about to cook?”
“I was going to make her a grilled cheese sandwich, something to put on her stomach.”
“Nigga her mean ass can eat when her people come get her.”
“Nah, I'mma feed her.” Logic grinned.
“Oh, hell nah. Let me move the fuck around. You got stars in your eyes and shit. Listen to me closely, you can’t keep her, so stop looking like that.”
“Fuck outta here. How many times I done made your ass food after we got fucked up?”
“That’s different, I’m your best friend, nigga. She’s a-
“I’m a what?” Tyler rounded the corner. Logic peered over his shoulder and almost dropped the carton of eggs. “What?” She self-consciously ran her hand over her blonde fade.
In the bathroom, Tyler thought about using the glue in the medicine cabinet to fix her lace but decided to take it off instead.
She used the Kaleidoscope shampoo and conditioner to scrub her head and the CeraVe facial wash to cleanse her face.
By the time Tyler exited the shower, she felt like a new woman, and smelled like one, too.
“Damn, that was quick.” Al spun around. “And where yo hair go?
“Boy, fuck you. I know you didn’t think I was about to soak in the tub while yall figured out how to get rid of my body. And what’s wrong with my hair?” She grilled, placing her hand on her thick hip.
“Nothing,” Logic answered. “You look better without all that shit. You hungry?”
“You feed all your detainees?” Tyler tooted her lips.
“Chill, you’re not being held captive. Do you want the sandwich or not?” he snapped, losing his cool.
“Yea, and don’t be yelling at me,” she popped back, taking a seat next to Al. “Where’s my phone?”
“Over there.” Logic pointed to the other side of the counter where her purse sat. Al reached over and handed it to her. “Don’t cut your location on until you leave.”
“I’m not,” Tyler assured him, powering her phone on. “Wouldn’t want you to get in trouble for drugging me, stuffing me in a trunk, and kidnapping me.”
“We should’ve put your ass in the trunk,” Al hissed.
Ignoring him, Tyler sighed as her phone started going off like crazy. Text messages, voicemails, tags, mentions, and tweets flooded her notifications.
Dexter
2:45 AM
Baby, where you at?
Dexter
2:50 AM
Stop playing Ty.
Dexter
3:01 AM
I’m out here looking for you.
Bobbi
4:22 AM
OMG cousin, please respond.
Carla
4:45 AM
Nice disappearing act after blowing up everything I've built.
Carla
5:09 AM
At least call somebody back
Bestie
6:06 AM
I know where you're attttttttt
Bestie
6:10 AM
I wouldn’t judge you for tapping that.
Shane boo
7:30 AM
I’m on my way to you. Stay off Social Media!
Dex
7:45 AM
That’s fucked up. You gotta stage a kidnapping to get away from a nigga. Yea, aight Ty. This shit not about to work out in your favor.
Dex
7:55 AM
Bitch you need me! The fuck you think you gone do without me? I made you!
“You should’ve kept that shit turnt off,” Logic stated, staring at her.
“Huh?” Tyler gazed up at him.
“You should have kept it off,” he repeated, a little louder with a tad bit more aggression. “You looking like you stayed out all night and that nigga about to whoop your ass.”
“I wouldn’t even be in this predicament if you hadn’t kidnapped me,” she snapped, slamming her phone on the counter.
“Right. Next time I’ll turn my head while that nigga fuck on you in a club full of people.”
“I didn’t ask you to fucking save me!”
“Somebody needs to save your reckless ass before you end up dead,” Logic barked.
“Fuck you!” Tyler spewed. “You don’t know shit about me.”
“And at this rate I don’t want to.”
“Like I said. Fuck. You.”
“Look, it’s Sunday and I don’t argue on Sundays. Eat.”
“What kinda biblical bullshit is that?”
“It’s not biblical, baby girl. It’s law,” Logic stated sternly. “Eat.”
With a scowl on her face, Tyler picked up the sandwich like it was a steak and quickly bit into it.
She didn’t even know she was hungry until she started smelling the butter melting and the bread toasting.
Tyler demolished the sandwich in three bites, so Logic put another one on her plate without her asking and handed her a bottle of water.
“Shit.” Al shook his head.” “That was intense. It’s givin' Tyler Perry TV.”
“Shut up.” Tyler gave him the finger.
“I smell food,” Spice sniffed the air, waltzing back into the kitchen with her twin on her heels. “Hey girl.” She smiled at Tyler. “My bad about trying to smother you, but we don’t play about him.” She pointed to Logic.
“Period,” Shugg co-signed. “But since you up, do you wanna come on our Podcast?”
“Yall chill.’ Logic glanced over his shoulder, waving the weed smoke. “I’ll make yall one, go wash your hands and see if Sage wants one.”
“Ok.” The twins took off down the hall.
Tyler tried to focus on her food, but Logic had her full attention.
Slowly biting into her sandwich, her eyes traveled from his shirtless chest down to the basketball shorts that hung around his waist. She admired the art displayed on his upper body that extended down to his hips.
He seemed so comfortable standing at the stove with a blunt hanging from his lips while he flipped a sandwich in the pan.
“You looking like you want more than a sandwich,” Al teased.
“Shut up.” Tyler threw the crust at him.
“Cute and rude.” He shook his head.
“Lo, there’s a black truck outside.” Spice sang from the living room. “You want me to hide her in my room?”
“Nah, it’s aight. Al get the door.”
“The fuck?” Al spun around. “Do I look like a butler?”
“I’m cooking, bro, get the door. It’s probably her people.”
“It is. That’s my best friend Shane,” Tyler spoke up, pushing her plate away, eager to lay eyes on a familiar person.
Shane didn’t get a chance to knock, Al swung the door open and stepped to the side. He was ready for Tyler to get the fuck on so they could get back to business.
“She in the kitchen.” Al pointed. “Take her mean ass far the fuck away from us.”
“You can’t be the same person I spoke to on the phone.” Aria frowned. “You’re rude.”
“I’m not. Had it been me, I would’ve told you to pick her crazy ass up downtown.” Al shut the door behind them. “Side note, you cute... do you got a nigga? You know what... it don’t even matter.”
“Um, eww.” Aria waved him off. “Ty,” she called out.
“She's in the kitchen eating my mans out of a house and a home.
Yall need to be writing us a check or something.
We saved her, bathed her, clothed her, and fed her.
I'm not even gone talk about what she did to my fucking car,” he blabbered as if she were a lost dog instead of a person.
“My shit gone smell like open ass for months.”
“You talk too much.” Aria pursed her lips. “Anybody ever tell you that?”
“Nope,” Al lied. He had been told that all his life, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Frienddddd.” Shane hugged Tyler’s neck as soon as he laid eyes on her. “You ok?”
Tyler fought the urge to laugh. She had been knowing Shane all her life and could count on one hand how many times she’d seen him dressed like a man.
However, today he came ready for war. Comfortably dressed in a pair of army fatigue pants, a black t-shirt that was two sizes too big, and black Air Force Ones, Shane was ready for whatever.
His Detroit fitted hat was turned to the back, and there wasn’t a lick of makeup on his face.
He was still giving Arrogant Tae, but a much manlier version.
“What do you have on?” Tyler snickered.
“I didn’t know what to expect. I mean he do live in King Projects. We almost had to say a password to get in here.”
“Right, I thought they were going to have you chained to a bed like ole girl in Black Snake Moan,” Aria whispered.
“We should have chained her ass to the bed,” Al snorted.
“You need to stop watching movies,” Tyler giggled. “For kidnappers, they’ve been really nice. That one talks a lot though.” She pointed to Al.
“Oh, I believe that,” Aria loudly snorted.
“Um, is there somewhere we can talk... privately?” Shane asked Logic.
“Uh, yea, my room back there. Last door on the right.”
“Yall can talk in the car... when yall leave,” Al stated matter-of-factly. “No need to prolong yall departure.”
“Shut up.” Tyler twisted her wrist in his face as she passed by him.