Page 56 of Hood Legacy

“Why?” Mercy questioned with a laugh. “I know Xoey didn’t piss you off.”

“Hell no,” I answered as I put my fruit away. “I’m going to go suck that man's dick like she said; then, when I’m done, I’ll call you back so we can meet up and go shopping.”

“Go, friend!” Xoey cheered in the background. “If you get lockjaw, you ain’t gotta trip off it cuz that nigga a doctor and can fix it!”

I hung up the phone without saying anything else and searched for Aceyn. I found him in the living room, watching TV. I approached him, dropped to my knees, and unzipped his slacks. Aceyn watched me through his already low eyes. I licked my lips and slowly stroked his semi-hard dick until it was hard and strong. Without breaking eye contact, I swallowed his dick.

“Easy or hard way, Point Guard,” he grunted as I worked him over. He grabbed a handful of my hair and smiled at me. “Easy or fucking hard way.”

“How didshe talk you into letting her have some space?” Givens laughed as I dapped him up. I opened my door, stepped to the side so he could come in, and closed it. “I swore DeCorte was lying when she said they were going out.”

“My Pop said to give her space,” I grunted as we walked to the living room. “I can't lie, though. I’m itching to pop up on her ass.”

“You fell faster than I did,” he chuckled as he sat on the sofa and got comfortable. “At least I was strong for longer than a few weeks.”

“Lie to somebody that doesn’t know you,” I replied as I sat. “Remember, I told you to leave Mercy alone.”

“Because you’re a hater.”

“I was giving solid advice,” I said, shaking my head. “I told you she wasn’t what you thought she was.” I wiped my hand over my hair and smirked. “Was I lying?”

“Nah,” he denied and shook his head. “That shit was the truth, but it wasn’t no way I wasn’t going to fall for her.”

“Same for me and the Point Guard,” I said, nodding. “She’s my wife.”

“Damn, you know that already?” he whistled in surprise, and I nodded. “I respect it.”

“I knew you would,” I replied. “I’m going to hit up Yale and get her ring started.”

“No holding back since you figured out that stalker shit, huh?” he asked, and I nodded. “I can't believe that it was her punk-ass security guard. Since that happened, I had Nine run another background check on DeCorte’s guard.”

“You know, Legacy’s guard came through her family; shit was different.”

“I know, but I ain’t taking no chances,” he said, shaking his head. “Have you found a new guard for her yet?”

“Nah,” I answered. “I have a few people in mind, but nothing is solid yet. Since the season is about to start, she is going to be on the move, which is putting some fire under my ass to get it handled.” I wiped my hand over my mouth. “I can’t front, though; I like the carefree spirit she has been having since she knows she is safe.”

“I understand, but you can't have her out here unprotected like that,” Givens nodded. “Yeah, that nigga Jermaine gone, but that doesn’t mean you let your guard down.”

“I already know,” I said, nodding as I wiped my hand over my hair. “The only reason I’m not trippin’ right now is because she’s with Mercy, Xoey, and Purpose. If it would’ve been anybody else, I would be on her neck.”

“They went to one of Ex’s lounges,” Givens informed me. I was cool with where she was because Mercy’s cousin, Exodus, didn’t play about security, especially regarding his family. He pulled his phone from his pocket and let out a long whistle. “Did you see Legacy when she left?”

“Kind of,” I said, then sat forward. “Why?”

“What do you mean, kind of?” he laughed as he looked at his phone. “You either saw her or didn’t.”

“I was in the shower when she left, so she yelled from the door,” I said, and he nodded. “Again, why?”

“Check her IG,” he laughed, then set his phone on his lap.

I grabbed my phone from the table and pulled up Legacy’s IG. I ran my tongue over my teeth and let out a laugh. She was dressed in a cream-colored maxi dress that had buttons down the front and a deep ass split at the top and bottom; her titties were sitting right and had my mouth watering. On her feet were some tall ass heels that had me imagining her bent over as I fucked her from behind. Her hair was straight and hanging down her back. The watch, earrings, necklace, and bracelet she wore were iced out. I swiped the screen and immediately stood, making Givens laugh.

“She got me fucked up,” I said, shaking my head. “Nah, this ain’t how she’s supposed to move now.”

“Nigga, I ain’t saying this on no disrespectful shit, but that’s exactly how she’s supposed to be moving,” Givens said, laughing. “That Legacy looks like a woman that is being thoroughly fucked and is out with her homegirls kicking it. When niggas see her, they know she’s being taken care of. Sis got confidence, which is paying homage to her home life.”

I swiped the screen again and smirked. This nigga was talking all this shit, yet I knew he hadn’t seen the picture I was looking at. “So, you cool with this?” I showed him the screen, and immediately, he was on his feet and ready for action. “Nah, keep that same energy.”

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