Chapter Eleven
“Oh my god, she so pretty,” Shugg cooed, standing over the sleeping beauty with a grown man's snore. “Her lace a lil crusty, but I mean it’s nothing a lil glue and alcohol can’t fix.”
“Is she wearing Lo’s shirt?” Spice whispered.
“Yep, but she slept in here, so I don’t think they did nothing.”
“Aye,” Logic barked from the kitchen. “Get from over that girl.”
“I’m saying Tyler the freaking superstar is laying on our couch. How are we supposed to act?” Shugg grilled.
“Can I make a status?” Spice countered. “Our following is going to shoot through the roof.”
“No. Matter fact, don’t say shit about her being here to nobody.”
“Why not? You acting like you kidnapped the girl,” Shugg reasoned.
“I did,” Logic admitted, scratching the top of his head.
“I know you fu-
“Watch your mouth.”
Snatching Tyler from the club wasn’t part of his plan.
Actually, Logic didn’t even have a plan.
All he knew was that he had to get her out of the club.
He could’ve stormed over there, knocked Dex’s bitch ass out, and snatched her out of the club, but he went for the more dramatic approach.
Al was cool with one of the dancers in the club, so when he told her he needed three minutes of pitch black, she made it happen.
Logic snatched Tyler right off the pole and she was so high that she didn’t fight him.
Tyler rested her head on his shoulder until he put her in the back seat of Al’s car.
“Oh, you worried about my mouth, and you done kidnapped a superstar. Oh my god, you’re going to jail and we’re going to be in a foster home.
I’m too cute to share a room with fifteen kids,” Shugg panicked.
“Oh lord, she's waking up. Should we put a pillow over her head? Why didn’t you tie her up? Spice, go get my scarf.”
“My head,” Tyler mumbled.
“This is all a dream,” Shugg chanted, waving her fingers in Tyler’s face. “Go back to sleep.”
“Move, girl.” Logic pushed her to the side. “Here.” He handed Tyler a bottle of water.
Staring at his tatted hands, Tyler’s eyes traveled up his toned arms before landing on his face. When recognition sat in, a loud squeal escaped her mouth, causing Spice to slap one of the couch pillows over her face.
“We’re going to jaillll,” Shugg cried as Tyler fought against the pillow.
“Get off that girl,” Logic stifled his laughter. Nothing about the situation was funny, but he loved the fact that his sisters were about that life.
“Yo crazy ass kidnapped me? Nigga you are going to jail!” Tyler jumped up from the couch with her fist balled. Logic glanced down at her fist, then back up at her face.
“If you hit me, I’m hitting yo wild ass back,” he warned. “Yall give me a minute.”
“I’mma sit outside just in case she tries to run,” Spice advised.
“And don’t let her go to the bathroom. That’s how they always escape in movies, they climb out the window,” Shugg added, backing out of the room.
“What kinda concentration camp is this? You kidnap women on the regular?” Tyler squinted. “I knew yo fine ass was crazy.”
“You think I’m fine?”
“That’s the only thing you got outta what I just said?”
“Yea, because I don’t kidnap people.”
“Then what the fuck am I doing standing in your living room with Thelma and Louis trying to suffocate me?” Tyler yelled in his face. “People are probably looking for me, and you got me in this…this,” She peered around the living room.
“Tread lightly.”
“Don’t tell me what to do and you kidnapped me. YOU. KIDNAPPED. ME!”
“I did your loudmouth ass a fucking favor! You was drunk as fuck last night and they were about to Trix and Ronnie your ass while yo weird ass nigga watched,” Logic screamed in her face.
“You think I want to be in this bitch going back and forth with you? Got my fucking living room smelling like a bottle return machine.”
“Are you staying I stink?”
“Baby girl, you smell like a can of Budweiser that’s been sitting in the sun.”
“Boy, fuck you,” Tyler spewed. “This ugly ass living room was probably stankin’ before I stepped foot... oh my bad, before I was dragged in this bitch.”
“You’re so fucking problematic, bro.”
“You kidnapped me and I’m problematic?” Tyler dramatically pointed to her chest. “Yea that makes sense. Where are my clothes and phone? I can be out of your hair in two seconds.”
“Your phone is on the kitchen table. I cut your location off because I don’t need niggas popping up at my shit. I answered the phone for your best friend. She said they were on their way.”
“I guess you want a thank you,” Tyler scoffed. Letting out a low chuckle, Logic dropped his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
“No, what I want is for you to make better decisions shorty. Had I not been there last night things could have gotten out of hand.”
“Nigga, who the fuck are you?” She laughed out loud. “I’ve been taking care of myself since I could walk. You think I need some wannabe ass rapper saving me?”
“Nah, shorty, you need God.”
Tyler’s body jolted at his words as if he threw a bucket of cold water on her.
He was wrong. She needed God when her mother was lying on the concrete with her brains hanging out, or when she was in foster care begging her father to pick her up, but he couldn’t because his wife wouldn’t accept her.
No, Tyler needed God when Carla tossed all of her belongings in a basement that reeked of mildew.
She needed God when he sent Dex to her in the form of a savior, but in reality, he was one of Satan's soldiers. Nah, she didn’t need God. All Tyler needed was herself.
“I got me this far, not God,” she sneered, pushing past him. “Where's the bathroom in this dump?”
“Keep talking shit and I’ll make your ass sit outside and wait for your people,” Logic promised.
Tyler rolled her neck to rebut with a smart comment of her own, but the front door opened, temporarily distracting her. Another man she didn’t recognize walked in with a bucket and a bag from Dollar General. He dropped everything on the side of the couch before frowning at her.
“The fuck are you looking at?” Tyler snapped.
“Yo nasty ass,” Al replied.
“Excuse me.”
“You threw up in my fucking whip and the shit smells like somebody died. You need to go get your insides checked out. You’re too pretty to be releasing shit like that, put some pants on and go clean my car,” he snapped his fingers.
“Yall funny,” Tyler laughed. “This man kidnapped me, his goons tried to smother me, he called me stank, you calling me nasty. This gotta be a prank.”
“Who tried to smother her?” Al peered over at his best friend.
“The twins,” Logic chortled.
“My girls.”
“Wow, so yall all crazy.”
“Basically.” Al shrugged. “For real though, go clean my car out.”
“Nigga, I'm not cleaning your car.”
“I’ll do it,” Logic said aloud. “Go in the bathroom and take care of your business. Here.” He picked up the Dollar General bag. “It’s some leggings, a t-shirt, deodorant, and a toothbrush in there. My sisters got all that girly shit in the bathroom.”
“Where’s the bathroom?” Tyler snatched the bag.
“Say thank you.” Al jumped at her.
“I’m not saying thank you to a nigga that tied me up and kidnapped me.”
“Girl, ain’t nobody tie you up.”
“It’s my word against yall’s.” She waved him off. “Where is the bathroom in this, this…”
“It’s down the hall, bro.” Logic shook his head. “First door on the right.”
Clutching the bag to her chest, Tyler stomped down the short hall until she reached the bathroom.
Instead of knocking, she twisted the knob only for it to be pulled open.
In nothing but a towel, Sage laid eyes on the superstar and gasped.
Before she could react, the towel around his waist slipped, exposing his lotion covered dick.
“Oh my god!” Tyler screamed, covering her eyes.
“What the fuck!” Sage covered himself. “I’m dreaming.” He closed his eyes. “I’m dreaming.”
“Lil nigga you not dreaming, you naked,” Al laughed. “Cover your nuts.”
“Move, bro.” Logic pinched the brim of his nose. “Do that shit in your room. Not the fucking bathroom and you better not be using my lotion.”
“I didn’t, I wasn’t,” he stuttered. “Am I dreaming?”
“Can you just move?” Tyler groaned, becoming impatient.
“I’m sorry,” Sage uttered. “I’m Sage, like the spice... wait, not like the spice. My sister's name is Spice,” he rambled.
“Nigga go in the room,” Al barked. “This girl don’t care about your name. All she needs to do is brush her teeth so she can clean out my whip.”
“I’m not cleaning shit,” Tyler said before pushing Sage’s naked ass out of her way. Slamming the door, she made sure to lock it before exhaling. “Fuck my life.”
On the outside of the door, Sage stood in the hallway, still in shock. He couldn’t believe Tyler was in his house, using his bathroom.
“Is this who was on the couch snoring?” he asked.
“I’m not answering shit until you put some clothes on,” Logic dismissed him.
“Oh right.” Sage headed to his room, giving them a full view of his ass.
“Nigga.” Al shook his head. “It gotta be Friday the 13th around this bitch. You got Shugg and Spice posted at the door like security, this nigga chokin' his chicken on your good towels, and her high maintenance ass screaming you kidnapped her. The fuck is really going on?”
“Mannnn.” Logic ran his hands over his face. “Shit been crazy since I brought her ass in the house. I had to change her clothes and nigga...” he paused. “Thank the Lord I'm one of the good ones, because shorty ass so fucking perfect.”
“Great, a perverted kidnapper,” Tyler yelled out.
“Aye, cut the shower on,” Al hollered back. “Eavesdropping ass.”
“Boy, fuck you. These thin ass walls, you can’t help but hear.”
“Anyway.” Logic picked up a blunt off the coffee table. He lit the tip and deeply inhaled. “You hear anything?”