Page 64 of Hood Legacy

“The problem is that nigga has a connection to you, and he shouldn’t.”

She cupped my face and made me look at her. “I’m not worried about Mike, nor does he have a connection to me that isn’t linked to work. Yes, we have dinner once a year, and he will occasionally call and check up on me, but that’s it.”

“Dead that shit, Point Guard,” I said, looking at her so she could see how serious I was. “That nigga ain’t shit and he funny acting. Y’all got dinner plans tonight? Dead that shit, too. Legit, I will show the fuck up and air that bitch out.”

“I already declined the invite,” she replied.

I let go of her waist and led her to our table. After I helped her into her seat, I sat beside her and tapped her purse. “Block his number from your phone. He can go through your agent or lawyer if he gotta contact you.”

“Are you serious right now?” she questioned, and I continued to stare at her. Fuck yeah, I was serious, and she needed to realize that. “Aceyn–”

“Block that nigga,” I said, cutting her off. “Legit, block him, Legacy.”

“Oh, this is serious; I’m Legacy,” she laughed and shook her head, but I noticed she didn’t move to do what I asked. “Aceyn, I am not worried about Mike like that, but I’m not going to block him because y’all don’t like each other. I already put him in his place earlier when he started trying to say something about you.”

“What do you mean?” My face twisted in confusion, and I felt the vein in the middle of my forehead start to throb. “He said something to you about me?”

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything,” she groaned and shook her head.

“The fuck he say?” I ran my tongue over my teeth and looked around for his bitch ass. No nigga should ever step to another man's woman about him. If Michael’s bitch ass had something to say, he should’ve come to me. I let out a laugh and stood. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll ask that nigga myself.”

“Aceyn!” Legacy called out, but I was already on the move.

I made my way to the other side of the room, where Michael was talking to Kenneth. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him from his seat, and pushed him out of the room without saying a fucking word. When the door behind us closed, I snatched him up from his seat and slammed him into the wall, knocking the air out of his lungs.

“The fuck you say to Legacy about me?” I asked, then slammed him again. “Huh, little nigga? What the fuck are you questioning my woman for?”

“Get your hands off me,” Michael said as he tried to pull away from me. My grip on his shirt was tight, so I knew he wasn’t going anywhere unless I let him. “Get your fucking hands off me.”

“Nah, bitch,” I said, shaking my head. “I asked you a fucking question, so answer it. What the fuck did you ask my woman?”

“Aceyn,” Legacy called out from behind me, but I didn’t give a fuck. “Let him go.”

Michael looked over my shoulder to Legacy, and I swear that nigga eyes got big with excitement. I slammed him against the wall again to break the trance he was in, and he cut his eyes at me. “Look at me, bitch, not her. Not the woman I love, not the one that’s going to have my fucking last name and carry my fucking child. Me, bitch!” I slammed him again, not giving a fuck that every time I did, his head knocked against the wall hard as hell. “When it comes to her, don’t look in her direction. Don’t say shit to her. Not a fucking thing. If it has to do with her job, hit her fucking agent up.”

“Aceyn.” Legacy put her hand on my shoulder. “Let him go.”

“Legacy,” Michael said her name, and something snapped in me, and I wrapped my hands around his throat.

“Don’t say her fucking name, either,” I said as I choked his ass out. He started going down, and I smiled. Seeing his life begin to leave his body slightly relaxed me. I stood over him, holding tight as he clawed at my hands and looked up at me. I lowered so that he could only hear what I was about to say. “That’s my fucking woman, nigga. I’ve killed for her once; don’t make me have to do it again, but I will without hesitation.”

“Aceyn!” Legacy pulled at my arm, and I finally let Michael go. He dropped to the ground, coughing and wheezing, and I turned to give Legacy my full attention. “Why would you do that?”

“Let’s go,” I said, then put my hand out. Her eyes went to my hand and then to Michael behind me. “I wish the fuck you would. I’ll kill that nigga.” I pulled my gun from the back of my pants and cocked it so she would know I wasn’t playing. “Take my fucking hand.”

“Definitely not the 9-5 kind of nigga,” Xoey said, walking past us. I didn’t give a fuck that it was muthafuckas on the other side of the wall. “And don’t worry, Givens and Pyrite are blocking the door. Nobody knows y’all back here.”

“I can not believe you right now,” Legacy fussed, and I shrugged. “That wasn’t necessary at all!”

“If you say so,” I shrugged. “Now, take my fucking hand so we can go.”

“I’m not going with you,” she denied, shaking her head and stepping back. “The fact that you keep acting like this and you think it's no big deal is fucking insane. This shit isn’t normal.”

“For me, it is!” I yelled. “That nigga knows he isn’t supposed to step to you, especially since it’s known we are together. It's disrespectful as fuck.”

“It really is,” Xoey agreed from the other side of the room. I looked over at her and saw her leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching us. I lifted my brow, and she shrugged. “I’m here for her.],” she pointed to Legacy. “Sis is not used to this. My girl is going to cry or snap out.”

“She ain't gonna do either,” I said, shaking my head. “And if she does, I got her.”

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