Before Tyler could reply, she heard someone loudly calling her name. Being that they were led out through the back, no one knew they were outside. Praying that it was a court official of some sort, Tyler slowly turned around but frowned when she spotted Marty and Tilly jogging toward her. Instinctively, Logic moved closer to Tyler, possessively positioning himself in front of her. Tyler's body instantly relaxed, and she found herself leaning into him.
“Please do not put your hands on nobody,” Tyler whined.
“No promises, big baby.”
With anger carved across their faces, Marty and Tilly stopped in front of Tyler as if they were the ones fucking her. As if it was their hearts hurt by the sight of her standing next to another man.
“My mans, can you give us a minute?" Tilly glared, sizing Logic up.
“Nah.”
“Ty,” Marty sighed, tired of trying to be the peacemaker. He, for one, was happy the judge told them to stay away from each other, but Tilly wouldn’t let it go. As soon as they dragged Dexter out of the courtroom, he went on a rant about how Tyler was wrong and they needed to find her. “Can we just talk to you for a quick second?”
“Nigga, why you asking? We been knowing her for years and ain’t nobody gone stop us from talking to her,” Tilly gawked. “Ty, what the fuck is this shit?” he questioned, loud and wrong.
“Excuse me?” Tyler frowned with wrinkled brows.
“I’m saying my mans locked up and you out here flaunting this nigga all in public?”
“Flaunting?” Logic chortled. “Nigga I haven’t begun to flaunt her.”
“Who talking to you?” Tilly mugged but never moved.
“Yo lame ass. How the fuck you checking a nigga behind pussy you ain’t getting?”
“I’m saying, Ty, this shit is disrespectful,” Marty spoke up. “At least come help me bail the nigga out. The years yall was together didn’t mean shit?”
“Are yall smoking dope?” Tyler bucked, stepping from behind Logic. “The years we spent together was a fucking waste and I’m not helping with shit. You better go get Bobbi, the new bitch he fucking, or start a GoFundMe for the nigga because I wouldn’t give him a penny if that’s what his bitch ass freedom cost. Both of you goofy niggas can kiss my ass and Dex can eat it.”
“Nah, that honor is mine?” Logic cut her off.
“Disrespectful as fuck,” Tilly grunted.
“Nah, what’s disrespectful is what I’m about to do to her now that she’s off that bullshit ass ankle monitor.” Logic bumped Tyler’s side, shifting the butterflies, making her cheeks warm and her pussy thump. “Tell these niggas to kick rocks, big baby. We got shit to do.”
“Kick rocks,” Tyler spat. “And tell Dexter to choke on them.”
“And if Dexter the heckler got a problem, tell him to holla at me,” Logic stated, slipping his arm around Tyler. “You ready?” He guided her to his truck, leaving Tilly and Marty standing there looking like the fools they were.
“Yea, but I’m not fucking you, Lionel,” Tyler swore as he opened the car door for her.
“I know.” He smirked, popping her on the ass. “You doing the bending.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tyler sat on the couch talking to Shugg and Spice, while Logic silently watched Sage pack his bag for the weekend. Pepper was supposed to be on her way to get him, but she was running late. Sage had faith, but Logic already knew what it was. Pepper was most likely standing him up, and instead of telling him that, she was dodging his calls. Her tardiness was like the elephant in the room, but it didn’t stop Sage from gathering his belongings.
“Bro, you don’t have to watch me. Go on your lil date,” Sage huffed, tired of Logic’s intrusive eyes following him around the room.
“Fuck you getting mad at me for?”
“Because you standing there like I'm going to break. If she comes, cool. If she don’t, then it is what it is. Either way I'm Gucci. I’m not going to cry, I’m not a baby.”
“Yet you marching around this bitch with a chip on your shoulder.”
“I’m just asking for some space.”
“Aight, man,” Logic sighed. “I’m going to head out. Ms. G on her way, and if Pepper don’t show up, don’t leave out this house.”
