Page 58 of Hood Legacy

Me:

You want me to send you a picture?

The Point Guard:

Yes.

I took a picture of the gun in the back of the nigga’s head and sent it to her. Her phone lit up in her hand, and I chuckled when she looked at the picture. She could see herself in the picture's background and turned around to face me.

“Hey, baby,” I greeted her.

Her eyes went from me to the gun in the back of the nigga’s head, then back to me.

“Oh friend, this is not the 9-5 nigga you said we were supposed to go after,” Mercy said, laughing as she came to stand next to her. “I promise you, it’s not.”

“Hell Raiser, you talking shit like your nigga not here,” I said, looking at Mercy. Her eyes got big, and then she started looking around. “I’m pretty sure your three minutes are up, too.”

“Three minutes?” she questioned, and I nodded to her phone.

“He’s around here somewhere, plotting.”

“Fuck,” she sighed.

The music stopped, and a low chuckle echoed through the speakers. “Mercy DeCorte, soon-to-be Robbins, what did I tell you was going to happen the next time I had to show up?” Givens questioned. “This shit is on you, baby; I told you to stop testing me.” He laughed again. “Attention, if you don’t want to get shot, I’d suggest you get ghost in the next thirty seconds. Especially any nigga on that dance floor next to my woman, the twelve, and my boy and his woman.”

The crowd on the dance floor and the rest of the lounge quickly disappeared, and I let out a small laugh. The only people left on the dance floor were me, Xoey, Mercy, Legacy, and the nigga that was dumb enough to try and dance on her. The nigga I had a gun on tried to move, and I grabbed him by the back of his collar to keep him still.

“Where the fuck do you think you are going?” I questioned him. “My nigga, you are about to be used as an example of what never to do when someone sees her out.”

“Aceyn,” Legacy said slowly. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“I came to see you,” I replied with a shrug. I took her in and licked my lips. “The pictures didn’t do you justice. You look good as fuck.”

“Aceyn,” she sighed. “You could’ve said that in a text.”

“I did!” I replied. “Look at your text, I said you look good as fuck.” I nodded at her phone.

Xoey took Legacy’s phone and swiped through her text. “He did, friend,” she said, nodding. “He ain't even trying to hog the spotlight in none of y’all pictures, either.”

“Xoey, what the hell are you talking about?” Legacy questioned. “We don’t have any pictures together.”

“Yes, y’all do,” Xoey said, showing her the pictures. “Look, he’s in the last few in the background. See. I’m going to send this one to myself because it’s dope. He’s at the bar, watching you like a guardian angel or something.”

“Xoey, stop talking to me,” Legacy said, shaking her head and returning her attention to me. “Aceyn, let him go, please.”

“No.”

“Aceyn,” she sighed. “Let him go.”

“I gotta shoot him,” I said, shaking my head.

“No!” She and the nigga said at the same time.

“Yes, I do,” I said, nodding. “You said you didn’t want to dance, and he didn’t listen. Shit is disrespectful, and one thing that no one will ever do to you in my presence is disrespect you.”

“Aww,” Xoey gushed and clapped her hands together like she was praying. “That’s so sweet!” she sighed and shook her head. “Yeah, it’s a shame you’re going to have to kill him, though.” She dropped her hands and then shrugged. “RIP, random nigga from the club.”

“Xoey!” Legacy fussed. “Do not encourage him.”

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