Page 19 of Hood Legacy

“Because you locked me out; I told you I was going to check the house.”

“Get out, or I’m calling the police,” she declared.

“Okay,” I laughed as I walked past her. I went to the dining room and into the kitchen before returning and walking through the living room to check out the rest of her house. Once satisfied and comfortable, I returned to the living room to see Legacy on the phone.

“Yes, he’s still here,” she answered as she grilled me. I flashed her a smile and sat on the couch. Shit was comfortable. “Is my life in danger?”

“Don’t lie to them, either, Point Guard,” I taunted as I crossed my legs at the ankle. My eyes freely roamed over her body, and I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were hard. “Tell them that your heart is in danger of falling for a nigga like me.”

“Someone is on the way?” she questioned, then turned her back to me. She continued talking to 9-1-1, and I pulled my phone from my pocket and texted Morning.

Me:

Legacy just called the police on me.

Morning:

Lol do I want to know why?

Me:

Just a lovers spat.

Morning:

You would fall for the one who’s scary as shit.

Me:

It makes life exciting. Be prepared to represent me.

Morning:

No need; the shit will be handled.

“What happened to Jermaine?” she yelled. I looked up from my phone and chuckled. That weak ass nigga was still laid out in the grass. “You shot him?” I opened my mouth to deny it, but seeing her run to that nigga and fawning over him had me seeing red.

I got up from the couch and quickly closed the distance from where she was in the yard with Jermaine, grabbed her around the waist, and picked her up. “Stop worrying about that nigga!”

“Put me the fuck down!” she yelled and twisted side to side to get me to put her down. “I need to make sure he’s okay.”

“You got me fucked up!” I replied as I took her back to the porch. Police sirens echoed through the neighborhood, and I looked up just as a black charger pulled into the driveway and parked behind my car.

“Put me down!” Legacy continued to fuss, but I didn’t give a damn. “Mr. Police officer, tell him to put me the fuck down!” The driver’s side of the police car opened, and I let out a small laugh. This wasn’t about to go like Legacy thought it was. “Tell him to put me down!”

Gift Blackmon looked from me and Legacy to Jermaine and shook his head. He closed the door of his cruiser and approached us.

“How did that nigga get you to show up?” I asked as I dapped him up with my free hand. Legacy continued to squirm in my hold, but I didn’t give a damn.

“He said I would enjoy the laugh,” Gift answered.

“You two know each other?” Legacy questioned, and we nodded.

“Gift Blackmon, I think you know my sister, Purpose,” Gift said, putting his hand out for Legacy to shake. She reluctantly did, and I laughed.

“I’m glad you used your manners,” I said to Legacy, who kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes.

“Stop pissing her off,” Gift laughed at me, then turned his attention to Legacy. “You really called the police on this nigga?”

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