Page 57 of Hood Legacy

“She is trying to have me kill a nigga, I swear,” he sighed as he swiped the screen to see a few more pictures. “I told her not to play with my mental, but she is doing it to see how much I will spazz.”

“It’s a reason her family calls her Hell Raiser,” I laughed as I retook my seat. “She gonna try you.”

“I know,” he agreed with a laugh. “Which is why I love her.” He swiped the screen and then started texting. “She got three minutes to respond, or I’m going to show up.”

“I’m showing up no matter what,” I said as I got back up. Legacy could have all the fun she wanted in the world, but I wasn’t letting her out of my sight in that damn dress. “If baby thought you were a problem at the club that one time over Mercy, then she has no idea what’s about to go down.”

“How much is this about to run you?” Givens questioned, and I shrugged. “Ex shit ain’t cheap, and that nigga is going to expect his money by ten tomorrow.”

“How you know?” I lifted my brow in question.

“I texted and let him know we were on our way, and he said as much,” he answered with a shrug, and I nodded. “But it's cool cuz DeCorte likes shit like this. She thinks it’s romantic.”

“She has been hanging with Xoey too long,” I laughed as we left the house. “But that’s cool cuz if they think that, then they gonna think me showing out is the best love letter there is.”

* * *

I stood atop the bar, watching Legacy dance with Xoey and Mercy. She wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings, which didn’t do shit but piss me off. Yeah, I wanted her to have fun, but she didn’t know what was going on around her, and she was out there throwing her ass in circles. I pulled my phone from my pocket and shot her a text message.

Me:

You enjoying yourself?

I watched her phone light up in her hand, and she looked at her screen. A shy smile spread across her pretty ass face, and she responded.

The Point Guard:

Yes.

Me:

You miss me?

The Point Guard:

Yes

Me:

Send me a picture

She took a quick picture and sent it to me. I chuckled because she didn’t even realize I was standing on the bar in the background. A random nigga walked up to her; it looked like he asked her to dance, but she turned him down, and I nodded. She just saved his life.

Me:

You pretty as fuck, Point Guard.

The Point Guard:

Thank you.

Another nigga walked up to her and asked her to dance, and she shook her head no. I jumped off the bar and made my way to her.

Me:

Send me another picture

She quickly did what I asked and sent it to me. My phone dinged, and I checked it. Once again, I was in the background, and she didn’t notice. Another nigga walked to her, but she immediately told him no and gave him her back. He didn’t like that shit and started dancing on her. I pressed the barrel of my gun into the back of his head, and he stopped moving.

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