“Say less.” Dexter adjusted his dick, ready for the real party to start. “Go pack your shit, we about to dip.”
The dancer released Tyler and stepped off the stage just as the club went black, sending everyone into pandemonium. Screams, shattering glass, and footsteps could be heard as people fought their way through the darkness. Somewhere between tussling in the dark and trying to keep his balance, Dexter lost his grip on Tyler.
“Ty!” Dexter hollered, trampling over people to find his girl. “Turn the lights on in this bitch!” he barked, pushing patrons to the ground. “Ty!”
Two minutes later, the lights popped back on and the club was in shambles. Young niggas were snatching purses and bottles from behind the bar, drunk people were being trampled, and Tyler was nowhere to be found.
Chapter Eleven
“Oh my god, she so pretty,” Shugg cooed, standing over the sleeping beauty with a grown man's snore. “Her lace a lil crusty, but I mean it’s nothing a lil glue and alcohol can’t fix.”
“Is she wearing Lo’s shirt?” Spice whispered.
“Yep, but she slept in here, so I don’t think they did nothing.”
“Aye,” Logic barked from the kitchen. “Get from over that girl.”
“I’m saying Tyler the freaking superstar is laying on our couch. How are we supposed to act?” Shugg grilled.
“Can I make a status?” Spice countered. “Our following is going to shoot through the roof.”
“No. Matter fact, don’t say shit about her being here to nobody.”
“Why not? You acting like you kidnapped the girl,” Shugg reasoned.
“I did,” Logic admitted, scratching the top of his head.
“I know you fu-
“Watch your mouth.”
Snatching Tyler from the club wasn’t part of his plan. Actually, Logic didn’t even have a plan. All he knew was that he had to get her out of the club. He could’ve stormed over there, knocked Dex’s bitch ass out, and snatched her out of the club, but he went for the more dramatic approach. Al was cool with one of the dancers in the club, so when he told her he needed three minutes of pitch black, she made it happen. Logic snatched Tyler right off the pole and she was so high that she didn’t fight him. Tyler rested her head on his shoulder until he put her in the back seat of Al’s car.
“Oh, you worried about my mouth, and you done kidnapped a superstar. Oh my god, you’re going to jail and we’re going to be in a foster home. I’m too cute to share a room with fifteen kids,” Shugg panicked. “Oh lord, she's waking up. Should we put a pillow over her head? Why didn’t you tie her up? Spice, go get my scarf.”
“My head,” Tyler mumbled.
“This is all a dream,” Shugg chanted, waving her fingers in Tyler’s face. “Go back to sleep.”
“Move, girl.” Logic pushed her to the side. “Here.” He handed Tyler a bottle of water.
Staring at his tatted hands, Tyler’s eyes traveled up his toned arms before landing on his face. When recognition sat in, a loud squeal escaped her mouth, causing Spice to slap one of the couch pillows over her face.
“We’re going to jaillll,” Shugg cried as Tyler fought against the pillow.
“Get off that girl,” Logic stifled his laughter. Nothing about the situation was funny, but he loved the fact that his sisters were about that life.
“Yo crazy ass kidnapped me? Nigga you are going to jail!” Tyler jumped up from the couch with her fist balled. Logic glanced down at her fist, then back up at her face.
“If you hit me, I’m hitting yo wild ass back,” he warned. “Yall give me a minute.”
“I’mma sit outside just in case she tries to run,” Spice advised.
“And don’t let her go to the bathroom. That’s how they always escape in movies, they climb out the window,” Shugg added, backing out of the room.
“What kinda concentration camp is this? You kidnap women on the regular?” Tyler squinted. “I knew yo fine ass was crazy.”
“You think I’m fine?”
