Page 55 of Hood Legacy

“And why the fuck not?” she questioned. “You’re his woman, I bet you the money in my play account that he will hand you a car without thinking twice.”

“I don’t doubt it; I just don’t want to ask him,” I said as I grabbed a bowl of fruit and closed the fridge. “He isn’t obligated to do anything.”

“Bitch, get off my phone,” she declared, then hung up.

I grabbed a fork from the drawer, leaned against the island, and started eating my fruit. My phone rang, and I swiped the screen.

“Hello?” I said in between bites of my strawberries.

“Xoey said she thinks you had a stroke,” Mercy said, laughing. “What did you do to her?”

“I said that I wasn’t going to ask Aceyn to buy me anything,” I replied, shaking my head.

“That makes sense,” Mercy said. “Switch it to Facetime.” We switched the call, and I smiled at my friend. Even though we saw each other every day at the arena for practice, it was good to see her happy and relaxed. “What are you doing?”

“Eating fruit.” I showed her the bowl. “You?”

“Nothing,” she pouted. “You want to go out? Nothing crazy, just hit the club for a little.”

I started to decline but remembered that Aceyn had taken care of my problem, and I nodded. “I do,” I answered. “I just don’t know what to wear.”

“Ask that nigga for a card!” Xoey yelled in Mercy’s background. “The fuck!”

“When did she get there?” I laughed.

“She’s been here the entire time,” Mercy answered with a smile. “That’s the longest I’ve ever known her to be that quiet, though.”

“Because I was holding a meeting in my head with all the voices that live there, and we were discussing how Legacy had us fucked up,” Xoey answered. “Her goofy ass is over there trippin’.”

The opening and closing of the front door pulled my attention from the phone to the doorway. Aceyn strolled into the kitchen with a mug on his face.

“Hey,” I greeted him. “What’s with the frown?”

“Stupid ass nigga pissed me off at the press meeting,” he answered, shaking his head. “The W does some backward ass shit because ain’t no reason for the team doctor to be at some of their meetings, but we are required to.”

“You should’ve shot his ass,” Xoey said, and I shook my head.

Aceyn stepped behind me and rubbed my back while I continued to eat. I could feel his dick start to harden, and I bit into my lip to keep from saying something crazy while my friends were on the phone.

“I know,” Aceyn replied, and I laughed. “But fuck that nigga, he ain't about to ruin the rest of my day.” Aceyn kissed the middle of my back. “What y’all talking about?”

“We are going out tonight, and your girl needs an outfit,” Xoey answered. She took Mercy's phone and stared at the screen. “You cool with that?”

Because he was standing behind me and could be seen in the camera, I watched as he nodded, dug into his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. “I have been meaning to give you this card,” he said as he handed me a black card with my name on it. I looked at the card and then back at him, confused. “Take the card, Point Guard. It’s yours.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s your nigga, and he said so!” Xoey yelled. “Bitch, if you don’t take that damn card, and I mean right the fuck now!”

“Xoey,” I sighed and shook my head. “Shut up.”

“Not until you take that damn card!” she replied. “I know your suburban ass was raised to be taken care of. I’ve seen your uppity ass mama and the house you grew up in. That lady lets your daddy drop a bag every chance she gets. Follow in her footsteps on this.”

“I hate to admit it, but I agree with Xoey plus twelve on this,” Aceyn laughed as he put the card in my pocket. “Take the card and swipe that bitch as much as you want. I don’t care.” He smacked my ass and then left the kitchen.

“Go suck his dick, friend,” Xoey whispered. “Like legit, go suck it really good, cuz he just did the most BDE shit I’ve seen in a while.”

“Xoey, please give Mercy the phone back,” I said, trying not to laugh. She sighed and then dramatically handed the phone over. “I’m going to call you back.”

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