Logic punched him in the chest.
“Stop sucking your teeth like a lil girl and don’t question me,” he chastised. “You have a curfew because I care about your hardheaded ass. You are a black male teenager, and if something pops off, you’re already the number one suspect. Don’t be stupid.”
“Aight.” Sage rubbed his chest.
“Use your brain, and the next time you try that shit, I’m going to buy some boxing gloves and wear your ass out.”
“I’m not worried,” Sage smirked.
“Yea, aight.” Logic playfully pushed him. “I love you, lil nigga. Just gimme a minute and I'mma get us the fuck outta here. Don’t try to fit in with nobody around here because you’re not like them.”
“I know.”
“Good. Go tell your sisters to get ready, we’re going to go look at cars.”
“We’re getting a car?” Sage exclaimed.
“Maybe,” Logic grinned, unable to hold his own excitement. It was a long time coming. Al allowed him to borrow his car whenever he needed, but Logic didn’t want to wear it out. If it wasn’t important, he’d take a cab or catch the bus.
“Hell yea.”
“Watch your mouth.”
“My fault, my fault. I’m just happy. Keep up the good work, bro.” Sage stuck out his fist to pound his brother. “You’re doing a good job.”
“Thanks, lil nigga.” Logic nodded, appreciating his words. Everything he did was for them and it had been that way since their mother walked out on them.
‘Let me check on this girl. Your mean ass sisters hurt her feelings.”
“Aight, can I have this plate?”
“Yea.”
“Sweet.” Sage moved around him to warm up the food.
Logic removed his phone from his basketball shorts to check his notifications. The first thing he saw was the bank deposit from Rah. The fifty-thousand-dollar deposit caused his heart to skip a beat. It was the most money he had ever had at once, and it was legal! So many thoughts started to run through his mind, and if it wasn’t for Rah calling, his head would’ve probably exploded.
“What up doe?” he answered.
“You get what I sent?”
“Hell yea, good looking.”
“That’s all you. The checks from the show cleared, and if you want the advance, it’s still an option.”
After looking over the contract that Terri and Rahlo gave him, Logic decided he didn’t want the advance. 200k sounded nice as fuck, but Logic didn’t want the money looming over his head. He preferred to get his money on the back end, and Rahlo was cool with that. He respected it. All he asked was that Logickeep his nose clean. While he wasn’t loud with his criminal activity, the streets still talked.
“Nah, that was perfect. I’m about to go get a whip,” Logic cheesed.
“Sweet. I’ll text you the numbers of a couple of people I know. They’ll hook you up.”
“Aight, cool.”
“Don’t forget you have a studio session tonight,” Rah reminded him.
“Aight, peace.”
“Peace,” he ended the call.
