Page 11 of Hood Legacy

“Stop fuckin’ with me, my nigga,” he said. “The last thing I’m ever about to do is play with any of their safety. Why the fuck she ain’t report this shit?”

“No clue,” I answered. “Shit pissing me off, though.”

“Look, let me work. When I find something, I’ll holla at you.” He didn’t wait for me to reply before he hung up. Yeti was new to the team and was only brought on to handle the women’s security because Pyrite thought having a separate security team for them would be better. There were thirty players between the two teams, and each female player was offered a personal security guard as a part of their contract. The male players usually had too much pride to accept one, but a few did. There were nineteen security guards, and they all answered to Yeti.

I continued watching the video from last night; Yeti wasn’t lying when he said Legacy was always here. She came in around seven in the morning and didn’t leave until close to nine at night. She was dedicated to being a better player, and it showed.

“The point guard is here,” August said from my doorway. I nodded, shut off the computer, and turned to the door as Legacy approached. Today, she was dressed in leggings, a tank top, and a pair of slides. Her hair was in two French braids, and the only makeup she wore was a thin coat of lip gloss. Legacy was the finest woman I’d ever seen. Her brown skin always looked like it was kissed by the sun, oval face, full lips, round nose, and slanted eyes. She was tall, standing a little under six feet, and curvy. On her left shoulder was a tattoo of a basketball court encased into the WNBA logo.

“Hey,” she said, waving at me from the door frame. She looked tired; her eyes were low as if she hadn’t gotten enough sleep. I waved her in, and she lifted her brow in surprise. Typically, the players met me in the medical room, but I wanted to check in with her before we went there. “You sure?”

“Point guard,” I laughed humorlessly after I said her name. “Bring your ass.”

“I feel like I was called into the principal’s office and am in trouble,” she laughed as she came into my office. She sat in the chair across from me and set her workout bag near her feet. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “I just wanted to discuss the flowers on your car thing more.” Immediately, she shook her head and waved me off. “Nah, we need to talk.”

“I’ve done all I could,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “I reported it to the police.”

“Why didn’t you report it to Pyrite and Yeti?” I questioned. “If the shit was happening here, too, then they need to know. I don't understand why you are playing with your safety.”

“Because it’s probably nothing,” she shrugged and bit into her bottom lip. She wouldn’t keep eye contact with me; instead, she looked at everything else in the office. I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest. She was hiding something, and I was going to find out what. “More than likely, it’s a kid that’s excited. We have been doing a lot of press, and people stop me on the street all the time for autographs.”

“An autograph and flowers at random locations aren’t the same thing,” I said, shaking my head. “Point Guard, forgive me for how this is about to come out, but I want you to understand it's nothing that is intended to be disrespectful, but you are acting like a dumb ass right now.”

“What?” she laughed and reared back. “If anyone has some sense, it's me, and you know it, so how did you come to that conclusion?”

“Because, you’re possibly playing with your life,” I replied, and she shook her head in denial. “Flowers are cute when you know the person, but this ain’t it, and the fact that it’s been happening for a while, and you haven’t said shit is wild.”

“I reported it to the police.” She was being defensive, which told me it was more than what she told me. I wiped my hand over my face and continued to watch her.

“Yet not the head of security or the owners of the team you play for?” I lifted my brow and shook my head. “We are sending you out here with one nigga stepping behind you when you got an army?” I let out a humorless chuckle. “That ain’t how Pyrite nor I move, and you know it.”

“So, what do you want me to do, Hood?”

My face twisted at the sound of my nickname coming out of her mouth. I didn’t like how that shit sounded at all. I thought back and tried to remember any time I’d heard her say it over the last year, but I came up empty.

“First off, my name is Aceyn,” I said as I stood. “And until we can figure out who the fuck is watching you move, I’m stepping with you every time you step.”

“No, you’re not,” she denied and shook her head. “It’s a few damn flowers, nothing major, and definitely not something you or anyone needs to rearrange your schedule for. I’ll be fine; I’ve been taking care of myself for a long damn time.”

I rounded my desk, stepped in front of her, put my hands on the arms of her chair, and lowered my face until we were eye to eye. “It wasn’t a request, Point Guard; it’s how it’s going to be. If you have a problem with it, tell Mercy about it, but I bet she won’t disagree.”

Her dark eyes ignited with anger; all I could do was smile. She was so fucking pretty; it was crazy.

“I’m a grown-ass woman.”

I licked my lips and looked her up and down. “Yeah, I know that shit. I don’t need a reminder.” I raised and crossed my arms over my chest.

A knock at my door made me look up from Legacy and see Yeti on the other side with a mug on his face. I lifted my brow, and his eyes went to Legacy and back to me.

“We need to talk,” Yeti said, and I nodded. The way his shoulders were tense told me that whatever he wanted to talk about was going to piss me off.

“Let me handle this shit with Yeti,” I said, turning back to see Legacy still grilling me.

“Nah, she needs to stay,” Yeti said, shaking his head. I waved him in, and he handed us a picture of the back of someone wearing a hoodie. We couldn’t see shit, let alone make out any features, but I knew that whoever this was had to be the person leaving the flowers. “I had Cross and Nine run a program to help me out, but whoever the fuck this is has come by damn near every day.”

I looked at Legacy to see if she had any reaction, but her face was blank.

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