Toy's Story (31 page)

“I can’t believe that I let those two silly bitches talk me into asking Logic Hart, Wide receiver for the Nevada Fuckin Kings to marry my broke, unemployed ass!” I thought as I set the dining room table for a romantic lunch I had prepared for Logic.

Yes, you heard me right. And yes I can cook. Just because I’m a beautiful, intelligent, career oriented, professional black woman it does not mean that I don’t know my way around the kitchen. In fact that was the very first thing Mama Hart asked me when she finally got me alone. The second thing she asked was if I was pregnant. Yeah, I know.
But needless to say she was ecstatic with both my answers. She likes me and I love her. I think she’d make a great mother
in-law
. Now the only thing I have to do is convince her son that I’m the wife that’s he’s always been searching for.

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. I thought you had left.” Logic said as he slipped behind me and gave me a big hug and a sweet kiss.

“Well you found me just in time for some lunch. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Are you kidding, I’m starving. Let me wash my hands. I’ll be right back.”

While Logic was gone I put the food on the table and gave myself a mental pep talk. “Zatoya Waters, you are a young, vibrant sexy woman, any man would be happy to call you their wife. Just ask him. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Let me just pause right here and give all of you a good word of advice. Don’t ever, ever, ever ask that silly ass question. Because the devil will take it as a personal challenge to step in and kick you straight up your ass with his steel toe, cowboy boots on. Okay back to the story.

Now Mama Hart had given me the recipes to all of Logic’s favorite foods and believe me when I tell you that I put my foot in that food. Everything was perfect! Hell, I even had a hot cherry pie cooling on a rack in the kitchen. Logic was like a kid in candy heaven as he devoured some of everything that I cooked.

“Toy! I can’t believe that you can throw down like this. This potato salad tastes just like my mom makes it. You sure you’re not hiding my mom in that kitchen?” He joked. “Man this food is good.”

“Your mom gave me all of your favorite recipes.”

“I made reservations for us at this French restaurant tonight
, but after all of this food I don’t think I’ll be able to eat another bite.”

“That’s okay. I really just wanted to spend a quiet night at home with you.”

“But it’s
V
alentine’s Day. I want to take you out and make you feel special.” He insisted.

“Logic you make me feel like I’m special every day. You don’t have to take me out tonight to do that.”

“Yeah, I know baby, but had some romantic stuff lined up for us.”

“Oh my God, I can’t do this.” I mumbled as I became nervous.

“Do what? Are you okay?” Logic asked as he watched the color completely drain from my face. “Toy, what’s wrong?”

“Logic I…” I tried to get out the words but they wouldn’t come out fast enough.

“Oh my God are you pregnant? Is that it?”

“No! I’m not pregnant. Why does everybody keep asking me that?”

“Then what’s wrong? What were you going to say?”

“Have you ever her of Sadie Hawkins
’
Day?”

Logic looked puzzle
d
, “Yeah like on TV and shit?” He asked confused.

“Yeah. Do you know what it is?”

“Yeah kind of
… what does that have do with us?”

“This year is a Lea
p
Year, so I was wondering… I thought that maybe… Do you think that…
?”
I turned into a babbling ass baboon. What the hell was I
thinking?
That should have been my clue to just shut the fuck up. Unfortunately, I did not heed the
p
ump your brakes
and stay in your lane flashing
warning signs.

Logic who had never seen me s
tutter
or
become
tongue tied tried to wait patiently for me to spit it out. “So it’s Leap Year, which makes this Sadie Hawkins Day, I’m assuming. So like what? Are you trying to ask me out to a dance or something? What I don’t get it?”

Yeah I know. He’s just too damn cute! God I love him. Okay back to the story.

“Marry me? I’m in love with you and I think that you’re in love with me. I know it maybe a little too soon but it feels right. So, I’m asking you, Logic Hart will you marry me and be my husband?”

Logic looked like he
had just been kicked in his favorite nut by a rampaging bull. Floored he fell back in his chair and just gawked at me. I could see his mind churning, just processing my request a mile a millisecond. After what seemed like forever he finally spoke. “Wow, I really wasn’t expecting that. You’re kidding right?”

“What? No, I’m not kidding.”

“You want to marry me?”

“Yes…” I conceded. “I want to be your wife and the mother of your children.”

“I don’t know what to say. Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

“Logic, I’m not pregnant and I’m dead serious, so stop playing. If you don’t want to marry me then just say no.” I said as I began to get emotional as I suddenly realized that this was a really bad idea.

Watching the tears well up in my eyes,
Logic
came over
and
took me in his arms to comfort me. He held me close and squeezed me tight, before patting me on the back. Yes, girl the dreaded, “There, there silly ass
little
girl
.” Yes, that patented pat on the back.

I
realized
Logic’s answer from that very second. He didn’t have to say a word. The truth was written all over his face, even though he buried it in my neck in an attempt to hide it from me. Now, I knew that there was at least a fifty- fifty chance of rejection.  I just didn’t realize that it would hurt so much. So I clung to him and
cri
ed like a
baby smacked on their ass at birth
as I considered the concept that this man may never want to marry me.
And that I may be just another speed bump on his slow recovery from the endless stream of rejections in his life.

They say that ignorance is bliss. Unfortunately I no longer had the luxury of pretending to be ignorant about my future with Logic. Still madly in love with him I resolved to ride the roller coaster ride to the end, with my hands up, just like Queen. Somehow it seemed to work out just fine for her. Maybe fate would be equally kind to me. Perhaps
..
.
Only time will tell.
                                                                                                                                                                           

It’s the middle of Ma
r
ch
and Logic an
d
I are back in Baltimore to visit his mom and our friends.
Spring
i
s in the air and Zatoya Water’s
i
s madly in love. For the first time in an extremely long time I was sitting on top of the Pretty Boy Tree and enjoying the fruits of my successful climb. “Yea Me!” Logic
H
art was my man and I was his Toy.
Yes, I was two hundred percent sold out and turned out by this incredible specimen of manhood.
I was s
o strung out in fact
,
that I completely forgot that I had left at least one too many loose ends back on the east coast.

An extremely persistent, handsome, young DA had not failed to blow up my phone every single damn day since I left DC.
What the hell? Some people just cannot or will not take a damn hint. Okay, you’re right. I should have just been up front with the man and told him that I had moved on. But William B. Tyson was not a man accustomed to live and let live. It would
not
be over in his mind until he declared that it was over.
And he had let me know in no uncertain terms that we had barely begun and it was far from over.
So it was no real surprise that he showed up at Logic’s front door with his dick in his hand.

Relaxing reading a good book on my iPad 3 my phone rang, it was Tyson. Minutes later I get a text, it was Tyson. Seconds later I get a Tweet, damn it, it was Tyson. What the fuck I thought as I read the text. Which read, “Pick up your fucking phone! This is an emergency!”

Not sure if it was just a ploy or some real life emergency, I ignored the text and continued to read my book. Then the phone ring again, it was Tyson. At this point I was done. This had better be an emergency or somebody was getting cussed out.

“
Somebody better be dead, dying or bleeding… Why are you blowing up my damn phone
?” I snapped as I answered the
phone
.

“Toy, I’ve been calling you all damn day. Would it kill you to just pick up the phone?”

“What do you need Tyson?”

“Well, for starters you can open the door so that we can talk.”

“Open what door? I’m not at my apartment, so you might as well go home.”

I heard a long sigh before he spoke. “Toy I know where you are, just come open the damn door.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I asked confused as I heard the doorbell ring. “Oh hell no! Please don’t tell me that you just r
a
ng my doorbell.”

“Okay I won’t tell you that I just r
a
ng your doorbell. Just come and open the door we need to talk.”
Tyson said before hanging up.

Panic quickly consumed me as I ran to the front window to
look outside. “Oh my God! This Fucka has tracked me down.”

Moments later I heard Logic run up the steps. “Hey, you have a visitor downstairs. He said that he
is
a DA from DC. I think he said his name is William B.
s
omebody or another.
Are you in trouble?
”

“William B. Tyson… He’s the DA
of Washington DC
.”

“
Did you just say
Tyson?” Logic
as
ked stunned. “As in Tyson, your friend with the three damn g
uns,
i
s that who that is?”

“Logic, I’m sorry he must have had them track my phone via satellite. I had
no
idea it would go this far. I’ll get rid of him.”

“What does he want?” Logic naively asked. 

I lowered my eyes and sh
ook
my head
. I didn’t know what to say.

“Seriously Zatoya! You have to be kidding me. Did you call him?”

“No, I swear I didn’t call him.”

“Well how would he even know that you were back in
Maryland
?”

“He’s the DA, Logic. He has ways of locating people.”

“DA or not… this is some bullshit! All I know is that you need to get that whigga out of my damn house before some shit kicks off.”

“Okay, I’ll handle it. I’m sorry.”

“Zatoya don’t play games and shit. Just be straight with me. Is something up between you two?”

“No Logic! I said I’d handle it. Let’s not make this an issue. I’ve been with you every day since Christmas. Why would you even ask me some bullshit like that?” I took offence as I brushed by Logic on my way downstairs to deal with Tyson’s crazy ass.

~*~*~*~

“Tyson what are you doing here?”

“Hey Toy. Look I’m sorry to show up unannounced but I have some important matters that we need to discuss.”

“Like what?”

Tyson looked at Logic who was standing in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.  It was obvious that he was extremely pissed. “Is there any chance that we can talk in private?”

“Tyson this is my man, Logic Hart of the Nevada Kings. Logic this is Tyson an old friend from college and my job.” Out of respect they both mumbled a semi cordial hello, neither made a move to extend a friendly handshake. “Tyson this is Logic’s home. I can’t ask him to excuse himself from a room in his own home, so I’m afraid that you’ll have to say whatever you have to say to me in front of him.
”

“Okay. I understand perfectly.
Let me just ask you this, does your man know about me?
”

“Yes, he knows about us
.”

“Okay, so does he know about Jamar?”

“What? What does Jamar have to do with this? And who told you about Jamar?” I asked confused.

“Look this is wasting time. Time we unfortunately don’t have.”
Tyson draws a big breath and then hits me with a bomb right in my face. “Jamar was arrested last night for
carjacking and
armed robbery.”

“What?”

“I’m not finished.
The driver of the car
was
shot
and he’s also being arraigned for
attempted murder, which I’ll have to up to fir
st degree murder
if the
man
dies
.”

“That’s impossible. He would
never
do something like that…
I just talked to him a few weeks ago. T
here must be a big mistake. Why didn’t he call me?”

“
Apparently, h
e tried but he couldn’t reach you. I guess you’re no
longer accept
ing calls with
a
DC area code. Anyway, he had his Public Defender contact me to see if I’d contact you.”

“Has he been arraigned?”

“Not yet, I pushed it off
for as long as I could
in hopes that I’d catch up with you.
I did the
best that I could do
, but he’s scheduled to be arraigned this afternoon.
”

“Who’s his PD?”

“Chad Donaldson I think. Well at least that’s the last I heard.”

“Oh my God!
Are you serious?
Chad
Donaldson
is a board certified idiot! He’s never won a single damn case.”

Tyson shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what to say. I’m just delivering the message out of respect
f
o
r
you.”

“So where are they holding him?”

“DC jail of course.”

“Who’s the Prosecutor?”

“This one fell on my desk? I’m sorry.
They want me to handle it.
”

“
Oh come on
Tyson
…
you can’t
possibly be considering doing that
.”

“What am I suppose to do Toy?”

“Tell them that you have a conflict of interest or something.”

“Toy I can’t tell them that I have a conflict of interest without exposing my relationship with you. Which I’m sure that you know will bring into question every
single
case that you’ve ever handled since I’ve been a DA. That’s why I’m here. If Jamar
decides to
run his
damn
mouth
to save his ass
, we could both be disbarred.”

“
Shit
!
You’re right.
Okay,
l
et me get dressed. I’ll handle this.”

“So, what are you going to do?”
Tyson asked as he watched me turn to leave.

“I’m going to represent Jamar. He didn’t do this. I know he didn’t.”

“What? No…
hold up!
W
here are you going?” Logic
interrupt
ed.

“I have to go to DC to talk to Jamar before the arraignment.”

“But, I thought you quit your job as a Public Defender?” Logic asked confused.

“I did, but I’m still a licensed attorney
,
eligible to practice in DC.” I said as I kissed his lips. “I got to go. Jamar needs my help.”

“
No, l
et me call Dorian. He’ll find Jamar a good criminal lawyer to handle this.”

“Baby, I’m one of the best criminal lawyers in the tri-state area. I have to do this. Jamar’s my friend
and he’s in a lot of trouble
.
Besides, I’m the only one he’ll trust.
Let me do this?
Please.
” I pleaded.

“We need to talk about this Zatoya.”
Logic complained.

“I know and we will.
It’s just that I don’t have a lot of time right now.
I promise
we’ll talk when I get back
.
” I said as I looked in Logic’s big brown eyes and convinced him that he could trust me.

“
Alright
, but I’m
still
calling Dorian.”