Page 20 of Hood Legacy

“He broke into my house!” Legacy fussed. I placed her on her feet, and she elbowed me in the stomach before turning her attention back to Gift. “Arrest him for breaking and entering.”

“Nah,” Gift said, then shook his head.

“Nah?” Legacy mocked him as she reared back. I chuckled and shook my head at her annoyance. For someone who everybody swore was scary as shit, she definitely wasn’t showing any signs of fear right now. “What do you mean, nah? He shot my locks off my door and entered my house without my permission.”

“Why?” Gift asked as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“Because she has a stalker,” I answered. Gift's face twisted in confusion as he looked at me. “I told her that I was going to check out her shit before she went in. Her ass got mad because I had to check her weak ass security guard.”

“The weak nigga knocked out in the yard?” Gift questioned, and I nodded. “That nigga needs to be fired.”

“I agree,” I said. I wiped my hand over my face and then breathed deeply. “Anyway, she locked my ass out, and if I ain't nothing, I’m a man of my word, so I shot that shit off so I could check.”

“And it was clear?” Gift asked.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“Sounds legit to me,” Gift said with a shrug. “So, why was the police called?” he turned to Legacy, who watched us as if we were crazy. “The man said he was going to clear your shit, and he did.”

“Are you slow?” Legacy asked slowly. “Did you ride the short bus as a kid or wear a helmet? How many kids were in your class?”

“What?” Gift legit looked surprised while I was laughing hard as hell.

“Did you go to thegiftedclasses?” she questioned with a serious expression. “Because there is no way in hell that you think that this shit is okay. As a matter of fact, are you really the police?”

“Morning sent me,” Gift said as I continued to laugh.

“So, that’s a no?” she pulled her phone from her pocket and shook her head. She quickly swiped the screen, dialed a number, and put it on speaker.

“9-1-1,” a voice said, and Legacy’s face twisted in confusion.

“Xoey?” she said.

“Girl, no, this is 9-1-1,” the person said. “Now, what do you want, Legacy?”

“Oh, hell, how did I get the operator personality?” Legacy started rubbing her forehead and paced the porch. “And how the hell did you get dragged into this?”

“This is my night job,” Xoey replied. “Now, I’m going to ask again: what do you want Legacy?”

“I need the police,” Legacy answered. “Someone broke into my house.”

“You shot them, huh?” Xoey asked, and then her chewing echoed through the phone. “You just grazed them, or you got they ass good?”

“No, I didn’t shoot him!” Legacy yelled. “Xoey, just send the police and stop pissing me off.”

“Oh nah,” Xoey denied. “That’s not happening. I got specific instructions from Morning that this was already being handled, and it shows that someone has already shown up to your house and cleared it.”

Legacy cut her eyes at me and Gift, and I shrugged.

“Send someone else,” she said through clenched teeth. “Nothing has been cleared.”

“Yes, it has, Xoey,” I said.

“Oh shit, is that Hood?” Xoey laughed. “Girl, get the fuck off my line so I can get to work. If Hood is over there, then I know you’re safe.”

“He’s the one who broke in!”

“Aww, that’s so romantic!” Xoey gushed. “I hope to find a nigga like that for me.” She sighed, and all I could do was laugh. “Y’all got such a cute little love story.”

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