Page 44 of Legend's Legacy
“That’s Legend back there with that woman.”
“The Legend you’ve been dating?”
“Yes.”
“Who the hell is that woman?”
“I have no idea,” I answered in a voice so low that I wasn’t certain that she heard me.
“Aw, hell nah. We’re not going out like that.”
“Nobi, please don’t.”
“Hell no. I’m Bam’s woman, and we don’t get punked out over no shit like this.”
“No, Zenobia. If he wants her, he can have her. At least now, I know why he’s been so distant this past week.”
“At least have the decency to go in there and let his ass know what’s what,” my sister demanded.
I nodded and barged right in. Too late, I thought about what I looked like, but I really didn’t care. I knew that I was sweaty, and my hair was a mess with the hasty ponytail I fashioned before our yoga class. It had mostly come loose, and I wore no makeup. I was probably just a little funky, too, but it was too late to think about all that because Legend looked up and spotted me.
The scowl on his face hurt and felt like rejection. It said that he didn’t expect or want to see me, and he just might deny that he was involved with me, embarrassing me further.
“Is this why you couldn’t meet for dinner tonight, Legend?” I demanded with a voice of steel. I didn’t feel like that on the inside.
“What are you doing here, Legacy?”
“I thought you had a business appointment.”
“Legacy.”
“I guess that is what you would tell me if you’re fucking around on me, huh?”
“Legacy, chill with that shit before you embarrass yourself.”
“I’m not the one who’s going to be embarrassed. You’re the lying, no-good ass nigga! If you weren’t feeling me, all you had to do was tell me.”
“Legacy, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Lose my number. Don’t speak to me at the office.”
“Don’t do something you’ll regret, Legacy.”
“I’m not gonna regret shit! And don’t fucking roll up on me, or I swear I’ll have my big brother Bam bust one in your ass!”
“You wanna threaten me, Legacy? You don’t wanna fuck with me. Send ya brother, ya daddy, and anybody else you wanna send, and I’ma fuck ’em up. Don’t you ever fucking threaten me again in life,” Legend warned in a low growl as he stood.
“What the fuck are you gonna do?”
I saw people turning our way because our voices were growing louder, and I didn’t care.
“She ain’t gotta do shit. My man is gonna whup ya ass the next time we see you. You can bet on that shit!” Zenobia jumped in. “Bitch ass nigga.”
Legend’s fists balled up, and his nostrils flared. “I don’ told ya asses to get gon. Don’t make me throw ya asses out of here.”
“Nigga, I wish you would lay—oop!” Zenobia declared as he snatched her elbow, lifted me over his shoulder, and dragged and carried my sister and me out of the café, shouting.
He let my sister go while she threatened him. “I swear I’m gon’ fuck you up for this. I promise I’ma cut ya ass and then get Bam to fuck you up!”
