Page 53 of Legend
Legend raised his fists to tease me.
“Nah, I would never…” I gave him a smirk as I moved closer and said, “You were made for loving, not fighting.”
He tilted his head at me and replied, “But my dad is made for fighting, right?”
I paused to stare at him. “What do you mean by that?”
“I know you, Glory.” He grinned at me. “Maybe we weren't together but we grew uptogether.” He laughed. “You’ve got that glint in your eyes.”
“Glint?” I asked.
“The one you get when someone gets on your bad side. You get this look. I’ve seen it. Like whenever Duke comes into the room.”
I raised my hands up in defense. “Duke was gonna kick that dog!” Legend was right though. I intended to make sure Mr. Descalia didn’t try to push us around. “I told you…It’s bullies,” I grumbled.
“Yes, I know. I have to agree on one thing…My father was born to be a bully.” With a nod, he went over to pick his duffel up. He also had a hanger bag. “My best suit.” He shrugged.
Nodding, I asked, “Where’s your gun?”
He paused to set the bag down and looked over at me. “Oh, damn.”
“You forgot it, right?”
“Yeah, I did,” he replied and went over to his closet. He seemed to be looking for it. “There it is,” he said as he picked up his leather medical bag. Turning, he came back to the bed.
I laughed and shook my head.
“What?” he asked as he picked his duffel up.
“I thought you were looking for your weapon.”
“Priorities, babe.” He grinned at me.
My heart sped up again at that smile. Damn. “Well, your life means more to me than anyone’s. So, where is your gun?”
He shrugged. “Top drawer of my dresser.”
I walked back over to it and opened the drawer.
Suddenly, he came over to the dresser and looked down into the drawer.
Taking the gun out, I plucked it from its holster and checked the clip. “The chamber is empty.”
He grabbed up a manila envelope from the drawer and opened his vest to place it into the inner pocket. Then he went back over to the bed. “Yeah, it is. Guns shouldn’t lie around loaded. It isn’t safe.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Then what good will it be if you need to use it? You gonna throw it at somebody?”
Shaking his head, he zipped the top of his duffel and gave me a nod. “Let’s go get your bag.”
I followed him out the door and then bent down to pull my weapon out of it. “I got it here.” Zipping it back up, I paused to reach back and tuck the gun into my waistband. Finally, I picked my duffel from up against the wall along with my hanger bag. Slinging it over my shoulder, I smiled at him. “I got your gun in there too and you will be wearing it.”
“If you want me to.” He shrugged.
I tisked. “Dang, Legend. We could be attacked.”
“I hope not, but if so, I expect our guards to take care of it. That is what they live for, mind you. Those men have been groomed for this kind of thing for their whole lives. I don’t care about fights. I care about the wounded from those fights.” He shrugged. “And I’m a good shot, so I will protect you in the car.” He winked at me.
I snickered. “A good shot.”
