“Act like I won’t break your fucking fingers,” he gritted, bending her fingers back toward her wrist.
Logic didn’t know what prompted him to get out of the car, but before his brain could register what his legs were doing, he was recklessly running across the street like he had nine lives. With tunnel vision, he dodged oncoming traffic with fire in his eyes. If there was one thing he hated, it was a coward ass nigga.
“Lo,” Al called out, struggling to put the car in park since Logic failed to. “Nigga, wait!” He choked on the smoke in his mouth. “Bout to fuck up my car.”
Pulling up his loose jeans, Logic pushed his way through the thick crowd and snatched Dexter by the back of his shirt, forcing him to release the hold on Tyler’s hand. The crowd gasped as Dexter backpedaled through the air, landing on his ass.
“What the fuck,” he shouted, standing to his feet with the help of his team.
“Watch your hands, my nigga.” Logic glared, not in the least worried about the big dudes who were now surrounding him while Tyler nursed her throbbing hand.
“Is this nigga trying to rescue my bitch?” Dex tried to play off the embarrassment that caused his face to turn bright shades of red. “Try that shit again.” He raised his shirt, exposing the butt of his gun.
“Whoa.” Al slid between them. “That’s not a smart move,” he calmly stated.
“I’m saying, what’s up with your people?” Dexter retreated, cocking his head to the side. As hard as he portrayed himself to be, Al was really about that life, and he knew it. Al didn’t need to display that he was strapped, it was simply a known fact. “I mean I know I blew the nigga off, but damn. If he can’t rap, he can’t rap,” Dexter spoke cockily.
“Who the fuck-
“Don’t entertain this clown,” Logic cut him off. “You a weak ass nigga, and she stupid as fuck for fucking with you.” He turned to Tyler. “Gimme my phone.”
“I don’t-
Logic didn’t let her finish the dumb ass statement. He reached forward and snatched the phone out of her hands before she could protest. Her weak ass security guards stood there as if she wasn’t a woman they were being paid to protect, as if she wasn’t a star. They had allowed an unknown nigga to walk up to her and snatch something out of her hand.
“Here.” Logic handed her the right phone. “I’d advise you to get another nigga and another team 'cause all these niggas weak ass fuck.”
Chapter Four
“Noooo,” Tyler groaned, rolling over to her side.
“Wait,” she whined, throwing her leg across Dexter’s.
“Mommy, please,” she cried loudly in her sleep. “Mommy.”
“Mannnn,” Dexter exhaled, putting the pillow over his head.
He knew she was having a bad dream, but the crying, screaming, and throwing shit off the bed was fucking with his sleep cycle. Instead of comforting her, Dexter sat up in the bed and harshly shook Tyler’s shoulders. When she didn’t wake up right away, he slapped her arm.
“What the fuck?” Tyler jumped up, ready to swing.
“You talking in yo sleep again.”
“It’s called a bad dream, nigga.”
“Then sleep in the guestroom,” Dexter countered. “Did you take a sleeping pill? That shit starting to get on my nerves.”
“Do I tell you to sleep in the guest room when your stupid ass phone is vibrating all night?”
Tyler stared at Dexter in disbelief as he rolled back over as if she had intentionally woken him up. As if the night terrors were a choice. As if she could control her subconscious.
“That’s business,” he reasoned.
“Dexter, please. You can’t even spell business,” Tyler muttered. “And you know, for me to be a person you claim to love, you’ve been acting really shitty,” she snapped, wanting to hit him over the head with the lamp on her nightstand.
“The fuck you want me to do? Hold you and tell you everything is going to be ok?” Dexter rebutted. “You should be over all that shit by now.”
“Wow,” Tyler chuckled lowly.
