Page 27 of Hood Legacy

“You are only with her because of us,” her mama said.

“I don’t even know who the fuck y’all are,” I laughed. “Like, legit don’t know your name, so that shit is false as fuck.”

“I am–”

“I don’t give a fuck,” I interrupted her mama. “You aren’t important, and the only good thing you’ve ever done was give birth to Legacy, so shut the fuck up.” she opened her mouth, and I knew whatever she was about to say was going to be disrespectful so I put the barrel of my gun in her mouth. “Don’t make me come out of character.”

“Aceyn,” Legacy said from beside me. I turned to look at her and lifted my brow. “Let’s go.”

“You ready already?” I asked, and she nodded. “You ain't hungry?”

“No,” she answered, shaking her head. “I just want to leave.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she replied, and I nodded.

I turned back to her mama and mugged her hard. “Don’t reach out to her once we leave this room. From here on out, y’all relationship is dead. I got her for eternity.” I pulled my gun from her mouth, then turned to Legacy’s father, grabbed his tie, and dragged him to me. “You a bitch made nigga. Your wife has more balls than you, which is sad.” I used his tie to clean my gun, then pushed him back into his seat. “Stay the fuck away from my woman.”

I turned to Legacy and put my hand out for her to take. A nigga felt like a million dollars when she put her hand in mine and interlaced our fingers. We walked out of the restaurant and to my car.

“You hungry?” I asked as I steered the car onto the highway. I took my eyes off the road to look at Legacy. I tapped her leg to get her attention. “You hungry?”

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I don’t want to be out, though. Can we grab something and go back to my house?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. I put my hand on her thigh and continued driving through the city toward my destination. We grabbed some wings from Cool’s and went back to her house. “Nine installed your new security system this morning while you were at the arena,” I said as I parked my truck. “He said it was the same as the one at Mercy’s old spot.”

“Okay,” she replied. I got out of the car, rounded it, got the food from the back, and then helped her from the car. Her hand went back into mine, and we walked to the door. She scanned her thump print and then stepped back. “I already know you’re going to want to check first.”

“Yep,” I laughed, then handed her the food. Even though I trusted Nine’s system, I wasn’t about to play with her safety. I pulled my gun from my waist and quickly checked her house, then came to find her standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. “It’s cool.”

Legacy stepped inside, looked around, and then walked to the kitchen. She sat the food on the counter and then turned to me. “Normally, I would give you the tour, but this is the second time you’ve been here, and I feel like you’ve seen everything.”

“I’m good,” I laughed as I took my suit jacket off and laid it on the couch. She nodded and then started taking the food from the bags.

“You might as well come on because I’m not about to be a good hostess. I’m hungry and still annoyed with my parents.” Legacy made our plates, grabbed some water from the fridge, and handed it to me. “I don’t have anything besides water, so if you want something else, I will have to order it.”

“Water is good,” I said with a laugh as I took the water from her and opened it. We stood next to each other, silently eating. “You want to talk about what happened?”

“No,” she said in between bites.

“You cool with me pulling a gun on your people?” I laughed, then took a bite of my wings. I loved Cool’s wings but didn’t eat them often because I was never on this side of town, but I had a feeling that was about to change.

“Can I say I’m not surprised?” she countered, and I nodded. “Well, I’m not.”

“Why did your parents hire Jermaine?” I asked, then went back to eating. I wasn’t about to sugarcoat shit with Legacy, and I knew that she responded better to honesty than she did with someone trying to play in her face. “Did they know what was going on with you?”

“No,” she sighed, then wiped her mouth with her napkin. “As you can see, we don’t have a close relationship; we only see each other once a year.”

“Explain.”

“Which part?” she questioned, and I shrugged. It didn’t matter which one we started with because we would talk about both. “Let’s start with the easiest thing: my parents didn’t want kids. I am an affair baby.”

“What?” I reared back in surprise. “An affair baby? Your mama doesn’t give me the vibe of accepting an outside child.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Legacy laughed. “My parents have a lavender marriage.”

“The fuck is that?” I questioned.

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