Page 47 of Hood Legacy

“What?” I lifted my brow and tried not to laugh at the panicked look on her face.

“Put the damn gun away,” she said through clenched teeth. Her eyes bounced from me to the worker. “They are going to call the police on your ass.”

“Girl, no, the fuck they aren’t,” I said, shaking my head. I put my gun away and turned back to the worker. “Take your ass on from over here so I can finish talking to my woman. When we are ready to order, I’ll call you over.”

“Yes sir,” he said, then quickly walked away.

“Now, back to you,” I turned my attention back to Legacy, who looked annoyed as fuck. I smiled, licked my lips, and then stepped between her legs. “I need you, okay?” I took her chin between my thumb and index finger. “The rest of the shit doesn’t matter. I know I'm good if you are by my side.” I kissed her, still not giving a fuck if people were watching us or not.

My phone rang, and I pulled back to pick it up off the table and swipe the screen. I laughed and handed it to Legacy so she could see who it was from.

Citrine:

Get Legacy's scary ass off my damn table!

Stop pulling guns on my staff. Them folks don’t know shit about your crazy ass.

Nigga!

I just knew you getting with that suburban ass girl would change you for the better. I was fucking wrong!

Your family discount is gone! I’m charging your ass the full price.

Legacy laughed loudly and then handed me back my phone. I didn’t give a fuck about what Citrine was talking about. I stuffed it in my pocket, pulled her to me, and kissed her.

“Easy or hard way, Point Guard.”

“You better not cry,”I fussed at Mercy as she came down the stairs. She scowled at me as I dropped onto the couch. “She’s a freshman; you’ll do this at least three more times.”

“And I’ll cry then, too,” Mercy pouted as she sat beside me. She rested her head on my shoulder, and I rested mine on the top of her head. “I don’t think I can handle shit like this.”

“I don’t think you have a choice now,” I laughed. “You are the mother of a teenage girl who is beautiful and popular. Going to her first prom with August is just the first step in a long journey.”

“And as her mother, I’m telling you I am not built for this,” she said, shaking her head. “I want her to stay a baby.”

“You didn’t even know her as a baby,” I reminded her, and she kissed her teeth in annoyance.

“My spirit knew her,” she replied, and I rolled my eyes. “The Lord knew I couldn’t have been around when she was smaller. I panicked on the first day of school, remember?”

“Yes,” I laughed. “You really showed the fact that you’re related to Krude.” I patted her leg, and she playfully pushed my hand away. “Speaking of Krude, how do you think he will react to this?”

“He’s cried six times,” she answered with a laugh. “He’s in the garage with the rest of the men in my family, trying to figure out how they will break this to Deuce.”

I lifted my head and looked down at her. “He doesn’t know?” I questioned her, and she shook her head. “Baby, I’m not trying to be here when he finds out. He may be five–”

“He’s six,” she interrupted, and I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t give a damn,” I said, pushing her head off my shoulder. “That man is about to show us how much of a bad idea it was to let a DeCorte and Strong reproduce.”

“He’s not that bad,” Mercy laughed. The door that led to the garage door opened, and we both turned to see Deuce walk into the kitchen. He wore a serious expression as he looked around, then went to the couch opposite us and sat. “Hey, Deuce.”

“Mercy,” he acknowledged her, then turned to me. “Legacy.”

“Hey, Deuce,” I said slowly.

The door opened again, and his parents walked into the house. They shared a look before his mama pointed at him and then tapped her husband Nine on the arm. They shared a quick conversation through sign language before Nine dropped his head and sat next to his son.

Cross came to sit next to Mercy, and discreetly, she took her hearing aids from her ear and stuffed them into her pocket. Mercy and I exchanged looks, and keeping my laughter at bay took everything in me.

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