“I don’t know if I want to give them to you. Doesn’t feel right now that you have something good going on.” Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it if Logic got caught up in some bullshit on her behalf. Sure, the extra money came in handy, but it wasn’t worth Logic risking his life over.
“Don’t worry about that. I got you,” he promised.
“This the last time,” Ms. G warned. Reaching in her pocket, Ms. G pulled out the pill bottle and slid it across the table.
“Aight.” Logic handed her a wad of money.
“Now you know that’s too much.” She pursed her lips.
“Nah, it’s never too much.” He winked.
“You gone stop winking at me.”
“My fault, my fault.” Logic held his hands up. “Oh, I need you to watch the girls for me tonight. Sage going to spend time with his mama, and I have a few things to take care of.”
“Mm. You better watch that hoebag. I don’t trust her.” Ms. G frowned. “Popping back up after you started making a name for yourself.”
“Me either,” Logic admitted, standing to his feet. “I’m watching her.”
“Good, be safe out there, baby.”
“Will do. I’ll come over to scoop you when I’m ready to head out.”
“No need. My son is in town. I’ll just have him drop me off…it’s the least his henpecked ass can do. Never met a man as slow as him,” she fussed. “Oh wait, yes, I did…his father,” Ms. G cracked.
“You too much old lady,” Logic chuckled.
“Aye, I tell it like it is.”
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Tyler exited the passenger seat of Shane’s car with her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. They were supposed to be thereat noon, but Shane suggested they go a little earlier. He didn’t tell Tyler, but he was hoping they’d arrive before Dexter. Shane could see him doing something stupid, causing Tyler to act a fool as if she weren’t already in hot water.
“You ready, friend?” Aria asked, approaching Tyler.
“Ready as hell to get this damn thing off my ankle,” she complained, pulling at the collar of her button-up. Shane had her dressed like a funeral director, and Tyler was kicking herself for following his lead. The ruffle on the front of her shirt kept tickling her chin, and to make matters worse, the tight pants were all up her ass. Tyler couldn’t deny that she was cute, but she was uncomfortable as hell.
“Then go in here and act like you have some sense,” Shane pleaded, rounding the car with his lawyer friend Gene. “And stop picking at your shirt.”
“I look stupid.” Tyler frowned.
“No, bitch, you look innocent...like any minute you're about to break out in song. That judge is going to take one look at you and throw out all the charges. Have you been practicing the church songs I sent you?”
“Shane, I am not about to sing Take Me to the King.”
“It’s better than singingTake me to the cell.”
“It’ll be fine,” Gene promised. “We’re looking to get the case dismissed. If anything, a little community service.”
“Aht aht,” Shane disagreed. “My friend is not about to be wearing an orange jumpsuit, cleaning up trash on the side of the freeway. You better get all this shit dismissed.”
“There are more acts of community services, ya know,” Gene said candidly.
“Boy, walk up before I end up in handcuffs for popping yo ass upside the head.”
“Your friend is already facing a domestic violence charge. Do you want to join her?”
“Sir, we’ll jump yo Harvard, tight suit, good dick having ass,” Shane threatened.
