Page 39 of Hood Legacy

“Just know, we are about to have a time, alright?” I let her go, slapped her ass then walked backward to the door. “That little swimming suit looks good as fuck on you, too, you know that?”

“Aceyn.”

“Let's go, Point Guard!” I laughed and turned to walk away.

I put on my slides in the room, checked myself in the mirror, and then waited for her to come out. Legacy may have acted like she wasn’t down for shit, but I could tell from the way her eyes lit up as we talked that she was looking forward to what I had in store. She left the bathroom, grabbed her bag from the bed, crossed her arms, and stared down at me.

“You ready?” I laughed, and she nodded. “You know we're about to have a good ass time, right?”

“So you keep saying,” she said as I stood. I pulled her to me, kissed her, then pulled back. “You’re walking on thin ice, though.”

“Man, bring your ass,” I laughed, then grabbed her hand and pulled her to the door.

I had to give it to Citrine; he’d outdone himself regarding this resort. Instead of being only a big hotel, he offered private bungalows with 24-hour concierge service. Our bungalow was a one-bedroom apartment on the water.

We walked to the hotel, went through the lobby, and went to our waiting car. I helped Legacy inside, then got in and relaxed.

“Are you sure I’m going to like this?” she asked, and I nodded. “What are we doing?”

“We have a five-minute drive, chill, and then ask questions once we get there,” I said, and she nodded. She reached into her purse, pulled out a pair of sunglasses, and put them on. “Point Guard?” She looked over at me and lifted her brow. I buried my face in her neck and inhaled. “You know you're fine, right?”

“Leave me alone, Aceyn,” she laughed and shook her head.

We came to a stop, and the driver got out of the car and came to open our door. I stepped out first, checked our surroundings, and then reached in to help her.

“What are we doing?” she hesitantly asked, and I shook my head. If Legacy wasn’t going to do anything else, she was going to ask a million and one damn questions. We got to our destination, and Legacy cut her eyes at me. “Sting rays?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding as I looked around. “We are going to swim with them.”

“Nigga,” she sighed, and I looked at her, surprised. “Don’t you know we have an unofficial beef with the rays?”

“Point Guard, what the fuck are you talking about?” I checked in, and we walked to the pool. A group of people were in front of us, so we stepped to the side and sat down.

“They took out Steve,” she replied.

My face twisted in confusion, and I stared at her. “Who the fuck is Steve?”

“The Crocodile Hunter,” she whispered as she looked around. “We haven’t forgiven them yet for this, and you about to have my ass out here swimming with them?” She shook her head like she was sad. “I can’t believe you.”

“If your suburban ass don’t shut the fuck up,” I laughed loudly. “You got my ass over here thinking it's something serious, and you talking about the damn Crocodile hunter!”

“It is serious,” she replied and crossed her arms. “I loved his show, and one of them damn sting rays’ cousin killed him!”

The group in front of us moved, so I stood and put my hand out to help her. “You ain’t trying to do this?” I asked.

“Oh no, we are, but just know, if one of them looks at me funny, I’m going to launch it across the pool by its tail,” she answered as we got in line. “It’s going to be a damn frisbee dealing with me.”

“Man, come on,” I laughed as we got in line.

The instructor explained the dos and don’ts of swimming with the rays, then we changed into our wet suits and went into the pool. Immediately, they circled us, and Legacy stuck to my side, not letting them get too close. It took a minute to relax, but we had a good time once she did.

“Alright now, I’ma launch your ass across the pool,” I said to one of them that kept bumping into me. Legacy looked up at me and started laughing. I may have talked shit to her about the Crocodile hunter dying, but she wasn’t lying. Black people still felt a way about his death, and we didn’t trust the rays just yet.

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“How are you feeling?” I asked Mama as I dropped down next to her on the couch. She adjusted herself to look over at me and smirked. “What’s that look for?”

“How am I supposed to feel, Hood?” she asked, and I shrugged. She sighed, patted my leg, and nodded. “I’m good right now. I'm tired, but good. How are you?”

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