“Whaaat you wanna take a picture with me?” Logic taunted.
“Hush. Bend down and hug my leg.”
Doing as he was told, Logic kneeled down and slipped one of his arms between her legs, palming her ass while resting his head against her leg. The butterflies in her stomach started going wild, but she ignored them as she snapped a couple ofpictures. For the last picture, Logic stood behind Tyler, tossing his arms over her shoulders. With a big smile on her face, Tyler snapped a couple of pictures and nearly moaned when he pressed his lips to her forehead.
“You ready?” he asked, staring at her through the mirror.
“Yep, let’s go fuck up some shit.” She dropped her phone on the bench. “I wanna start with this.” Tyler picked up the sledgehammer.
“Do your thing, Harley Quinn.”
Chapter Twenty
“Man, this sweet as fuck!” Joey exclaimed, walking around the tricked-out party bus. “Yo brother doing it like that?” he asked Sage, who was grinning from ear to ear.
The eighteen-passenger bus pulled up in the middle of the projects looking like a lick on wheels. From the laser lights that lined the bottom of the bus to the black leather seat that rested against the silver panel, it screamed luxury. Flat screen TVs that were connected to the PS5s clung to the walls, and the bar was stocked with water, Gatorade, pop, juices, and Logic’s stash of grown-up drinks. All of Sage’s favorite snacks were sitting on the counter next to gifts from Logic, the twins, and Al.
“He did his thing.” Sage nodded, touching the side of the bus.
“You ain’t tell me yall was getting this kinda paper,” Joey continued. “Tell that nigga to put me on.”
“Lil nigga don’t worry about what the fuck I got going on. Get yo nappy head ass on the bus before I leave you here,” Logic scowled, approaching the duo.
“My fault, my fault.” Joey held his hands up in defense. “Come on, Sage.”
“He’ll be there in a minute,” Logic shooed him away. He waited for Joey to step on the bus before he spoke.
“I know, I know,” Sage chuckled before his brother could say anything. “He just happy to be here.”
“I get it, but the type of friends you surround yourself with can make or break you.”
Sage nodded, understanding what his brother was saying. “And you bet not be telling this nigga shit about what goes on in our household.”
“I don’t,” Sage promised.
“Let’s get this thang popping, the life of the party is here.” Shugg stepped out of their apartment in her two-piece American Eagle set and waist length puff vest. Two long braids hung over her shoulders, and thanks to Pearl, she had on a set of press-ons that had all the ninth-grade girls gagging.
“You do know it’s not your birthday, right?” Al questioned, approaching the party bus.
“Oh my god!” Shugg dramatically held her chest. “You dropped something.” She pointed to the ground.
“What?” Al’s eyes scanned the ground, thinking maybe he dropped some money or a blunt.
“Your business,” she snickered. “Because you’re all in mine.”
“Oop,” Spice laughed, bypassing them in the same outfit as her twin.
“I swear I'm shooting they ass first,” Al chuckled as Logic shook his head, discreetly checking his phone. “Nigga I know you fucking lying.”
“What?” Logic peered up at him.
“You invited ole girl?”
“Yep,” he smirked, watching the black Charger swoop into the parking lot.
“And you invited her rowdy ass friend?”
“Yea.”
