Page 21 of Hood Legacy

“Xoey–”

“Oh girl, let me get off this line so I can go gossip with the group chat,” Xoey said, then hung up.

Legacy stared at the phone, then looked up at me and Gift. A wave of emotions washed over her face before her shoulders fell, and she tilted her head to the sky and closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths before righting her stance and fixing her clothes. She looked at us, nodded, and then went into the house.

“What is she about to do?” Gift asked, and I shrugged. I was used to dealing with women who tried to be crazy. The ones who crashed out, fought and drank. Legacy wasn’t that type. She was more calculated and controlled. “She legit got a gun?”

“I don’t think so,” I answered, shaking my head. “But she is Mercy’s best friend.”

“Shit,” Gift sighed.

“I just want to sleep,” Legacy said, returning to the door with her phone in her hand. “That’s all, Aceyn.” She shook her head. “No, I take that back; I want to shower and then go to sleep.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding. I was uneasy as fuck with her calm approach. “Anything else.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. She turned to Gift and looked him up and down. The phone in her hand beeped, and she looked down at it before swiping the screen. “He’s about six-five, dark brown skin, muscular, five o’clock shadow, flared nose, dark eyes, thick brows, fade, but has deep waves.” She looked him over one last time before looking at the phone. “You and the twelve will love him.” She hung up the phone and put it in her pocket.

“Did you just put a hit out on me?” Gift laughed.

Legacy smiled at him sweetly and shook her head. “Worse, I gave Xoey your description,” she said, then looked at me. “Fix my locks and be gone by the time I get out of the shower.”

“What you gonna do with his bitch ass?” Gift asked once Legacy walked away. I turned to look at Jermaine and sighed. “You going to kill him?”

“Fuck him.” I pulled my gun from my waist, walked over to Jermaine, and put a bullet into his head. “For all I know, he could be the nigga stalking Legacy.”

* * *

“Yeah, this nigga was obsessed with her,” Yeti said as we looked around Jermaine’s apartment less than an hour later. “He got pictures of her and shit like they together.”

“Nigga had a death wish,” I said as I pulled pictures off the wall and dropped them on the floor. If I were just a nigga visiting and didn’t know better, I would’ve thought Jermaine and Legacy were a couple by the amount of pictures he had up. I picked up her jersey from his coffee table and shook my head. “This shit is sick.”

“He had unlimited access to her,” Yeti said as he continued to look around. “He knew her schedule, been with her from state to state but was too chicken shit to step to her like a man?”

“Cuz he was a bitch,” I spat as I walked around. The longer that I stood there, the angrier I got and wanted to bring Jermaine back to life, only to kill his ass again. “It’s that simple.”

“Agreed,” Yeti said, nodding. “Now, how do you want to move?”

“Let one of the twelve have fun with this shit,” I absently remarked. “She sounded bored on the phone when Legacy called her earlier.”

“Oh, you mean when Legacy called the police on your ass?” Yeti laughed, and I shrugged. “Nigga, I swear she the funniest person in the world for that shit cuz who would’ve thought she would’ve really done it?”

“Man, I don’t put shit past her ass to do some shit like that,” I laughed.

“I texted Pyrite and told him. His ass was laughing so hard when he called me; I thought he was going to have an asthma attack.”

“Fuck both of y’all,” I said, trying to hold my own laugh in. “My girl gonna be a thug soon, watch.”

“I doubt it,” he said, shaking his head. “But it's cool cuz she's good the way she is.”

I walked into Jermaine’s bedroom and saw red. On the wall across from his bed was a life-sized poster of a naked woman with Legacy’s face taped to it. On his stand next to his bed was some lube and a pocket pussy. This nigga was sick.

“I think you killed him too soon,” Yeti said, walking into the room. “Cuz this shit right here is disgusting.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “But I’d rather that nigga be dead than stressing her out.” I pulled the poster from the wall and let it drop to the ground. “Sick ass muthafucka.”

I satat the end of the bed and wiped my hands down my face. Honestly, I was tired, beyond it, and just wanted to sleep, but I was also hyped. I had a great time with Aceyn after practice; I didn’t expect the night to take the turn it did.

“Knock, knock,” Mercy said from my door. I looked up to see her standing there with a smirk. She crossed her arms and waited. “You gonna invite me in?”

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