“Did I hurt your feelings?” Logic stared into her eyes, causing the butterflies that hid in her core to flutter.
“No,” Tyler lied, feeling nervous under his gaze. The feeling confused her because she didn’t know this man from the bum that stood on the corner of I94. His opinion should’ve been the last thing on her mind, but it wasn’t. Tyler felt exposed. He listened to her YouTube songs. Dex didn’t even listen to those songs.
“Oh aight, because I was going to call you later so I can make it up to you.”
“Call me later? I’m not giving you my number. I-I have a boyfriend.”
Thumbing his nose, Logic stepped closer to her, closing the space between them. “That nigga not worried about you. Let me give you a little inspiration to change that tune. I’ll have you singing about getting your lick back.”
Before Tyler could respond, the door to studio one opened and Dex stumbled out. It was clear to see he was drunk, which made him look weaker than normal. Dex’s face frowned when his eyes landed on Logic. He knew damn well the nigga wasn’tthat bold after sneaking him outside the club. Letting out a small laugh, Dex pulled up his pants and moved toward them.
“Damn lil nigga, every time I see you, you in my bitch face.” He stepped forward, roughly pushing Tyler behind him. On any other day, she would’ve snapped on his ass, but being that he was drunk, the night wouldn’t end well. Tyler learned a long time ago that arguing with a drunk person would only make you look stupid, so she kept her mouth shut.
“I mean I get that you’re a fan of the kid, but you can’t be panhandling in the studio, lil nigga,” Dex continued.
“A fan?” Logic questioned. “Nigga, I don’t like your music, and I promise you ain’t shit little about me.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Dexter, please don’t start no mess with this man.” Tyler tugged at his arm. “We were just talking,” she promised.
“Nigga you pushing up on my bitch?”
“Yea,” Logic smugly replied with a roll of his shoulders.
The hell, she thought, hating that her nipples hardened at his cockiness.
“W-what?” Dex stuttered, not expecting Logic to be truthful.
“I’m pushing up on your girl. She smells good as fuck, and I like her.” Logic menacingly sized Dex up.
Again, Tyler was floored. Never in her life had she met someone so bold, so fucking cocky. She wanted to be mad, but she wasn’t. Tyler was captivated by his deep voice, sunken cheeks, and crumpled eyebrows.
The door to Dexter’s studio opened, and men filed into the hallway, surrounding Logic. It wasn’t hard to see what was taking place, and a couple of them remembered Logic from thenight of the concert. Dex squared his shoulders and held his head high.
“Say that shit again.” He thumbed his nose. This time, he had more confidence, but he didn’t know who he was fucking with. Logic was a street nigga and there wasn’t any bitch in his blood. Dex could have the force of the US Army behind him, and Logic was still going to stand on business.
“I’m feeling your girl and I’m going to take her from yo clown ass, now what?” Logic closed the space between them. Dex let out a laugh right before he cocked back and punched Logic in the face on some sucker type shit. Since he was drunk, the hit didn’t land the way it should’ve, and Dex stumbled. Logic returned the favor and smashed his fist into the side of Dexter’s face, causing him to spin and fall like a ballerina. From there, a brawl broke out. Logic didn’t know where Al came from, but he was right there putting niggas through glass windows he couldn’t pay for.
Pow pow!
A gun went off, causing everyone to freeze.
“Clear the fucking studio!” The lady from the front desk demanded, holding a gun in the air. “Dex, take your people back in the booth and I’ll be billing your team for the damages. You two need to leave.” She pointed at Al and Logic.
“Bottom of the barrel ass nigga,” Dex grunted, wiping the blood from his lip. “Ty, get yo ass in here.” He grabbed her arm.
“Stop grabbing on me, nigga.” She pushed him.
Logic turned his head in time to see Rah giving him a disapproving look before heading back into the studio. Czar had his phone out recording them. He couldn’t wait to get home and show his wife the action he saw. Czar was usually in the center of a fight, so to see someone else starting shit made him happy.
“Did I stutter?” The gun cocked. “Get out now!”
On the way back to the car, Al didn’t say anything. He, too, was disappointed. All he wanted to do was go piss but walked into a brawl with Logic at the center.
“One opportunity,” Al hissed. “One fucking opportunity.” He started the car and wildly pulled out of the parking lot.
Chapter Six
