“Comin’,” Mr. Davenport said.
I waited impatiently for him to answer the door.
“Hello, Blu,” he said opening up the door. “I’m glad you could make it.”
“Thank you,” I replied, as I stepped in the condo and began looking around. “You have a nice place here.”
“Why thank you. It’s nothin’ fancy. Just one of the many houses that I own,” Mr. Davenport said looking around as well.
“Shit, it is fancy,” I replied while looking at all the expensive pieces he had sitting around.
“Come, follow me so we can have a seat,” he said leading me into the living room.
Mr. Davenport and I both had a seat on the couch. I pretended to be interested in how the condo was decorated as Mr. Davenport stared at me. I was really starting to feel uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong wit’ your lip?” he finally asked.
“It’s a long story,” I said, embarrassed, gently touching my wound.
“Blu, a woman should never let a man put his hands on her,” he said, angrily.
“I know. I deserved it though,” I replied, sounding like a dumb-ass.
All Mr. Davenport could do was shake his head. I didn’t know why he was so angry because it was none of his business what went on in my and Budz’s relationship.
“Just be careful,” he looked at me and said.
“I will,” I assured him.
Mr. Davenport began staring at me again so I decided to spark up a conversation. “Do you have any kids, Mr. Davenport?” I asked, looking around on the walls not seeing any family portraits.
It took him a few minutes to answer. “Yep, I sure do. I have a daughter,” he replied with a smile.
“How old is she if you don’t mind me askin’?”
“No, I don’t mind at all. Actually, she’s around your age.”
“Do she live wit’ you?” I pried.
“Nope, she lives here in Chicago wit’ her mother.” He smiled.
“Do you get to see her a lot?” I asked, nosily.
“Actually, I don’t. Her mother took her away from me a long time ago and refused to let me see her,” Mr. Davenport said.
I was so embarrassed for bringing up such a touchy subject, but that’s what I got for being so damn nosey. I kinda felt sorry for Mr. Davenport though because I could hear the hurt in his voice. “Wow, that’s crazy ’cause my mom done my daddy the same way,” I said, shaking my head.
Mr. Davenport and I sat in an awkward silence.
“Look, I’m just gon’ come out and ask. What do you need to talk to me about?” I finally said, wasting no more time. There was no need for me or him to keep beating around the bush.
“Talk about cuttin’ to the chase. I bet you inherited that from your mother,” he said, laughing.
“Actually, I did,” I responded.
“What else did you inherit from your mother?” Mr. Davenport asked.
“Look, we not here to talk about my mother! Shit, for one you don’t even know the bitch,” I said.
“Wow, I see you got her fly-ass mouth, too,” he said smiling.
“Do you know my mother from somewhere, Mr. Davenport?” I asked, skeptically.
Mr. Davenport studied my face for a brief moment. “Actually, I do know your mother,” he said.
“Where do you know her from?” I inquired.
“Blu, I’m your father,” Mr. Davenport said.
“Get the fuck outta here!” I snapped. “My momma said my daddy died when I was two years old.”
“Blu, please believe that I am your father and I’m not dead.”
I sat staring at Mr. Davenport waiting for him to tell me he was just playing. He didn’t. “Well, why would she tell me that, then? Where you been all my life if what you tellin’ me is true? Look, I don’t have time for games, Mr. Davenport,” I said angrily, standing up from the couch.
Mr. Davenport stood up as well and grabbed me by the hands.
“Don’t touch me!” I said, snatching away.
“I can prove that I am your father, Blu,” Mr. Davenport said.
“Well prove it!” I yelled.
“Your name is Blu Angel, your birthday is July twenty-fifth, you got a brother named Miguel, ummm, your mother name is Stacey,” he said, calling out facts.
“Okay, so you know my name, birthday, and my family. But that still doesn’t prove anything. You coulda got that information from Budz when you was questionin’ him about me,” I said, still not believing that this man was my father.
“You were born in New Orleans. Your mother packed you and your brother up one night while I was out wit’ my dudes and I never saw or heard from y’all after that. I searched high and low for y’all but couldn’t find y’all. I hired private investigators, but they couldn’t find y’all either. Your mother did a good job of keepin’ y’all hidden.”
“Okay, that’s more shit you coulda got from Budz,” I said, still not convinced.
“Okay, well you got a birthmark of an upside-down heart on your lower back. Baby girl, I knew when I saw you on my yacht that night that you were my daughter. A father knows his blood. I could just sense it. I started asking Budz questions and putting things together. I was so happy that I’d finally found my baby girl, I could barely contain myself. I wanted to tell you that night, but it was way too much going on to do so, and I had to be sure. When Budz gave me your number as a backup I knew this day was coming and I would be contacting you. I wanted to tell you when the time was right, but there never can be a good time to tell anyone such stunning news.”
“Look, Mr. Davenport. I’m done playin’ games with you. Now if you will excuse me, I’m leavin’ ,” I said, heading toward the door.
“Blu,” he called out.
“What?” I turned around and asked.
“I’m sorry you had to find out like this, but I didn’t know any other way,” he said, apologetically.
“No, I’m sorry that I even came over here.”
“Can you please answer me one more question before you go?” Mr. Davenport asked, desperately.
“What man?” I said impatiently just wanting to get out of his house.
“Do you still have Gi-Gi?” he asked and waited on me to answer.
All I could do was look at him, shake my head, and continue out the door.
I’ll be damned. Mr. Davenport really had to be my father, I thought as I headed out to my truck. There was no way he could have ever known anything about Gi-Gi if he wasn’t. Budz didn’t even know that. I still had her to this day in the back of my closet. It’s crazy because I really didn’t want to believe that Mr. Davenport was my biological father. But after him revealing facts about me and my life I knew that he was. I knew that night on the boat he’d felt so familiar to me but I hadn’t known or understood why. Now I did.
I was devastated when Blu stormed out of here. I didn’t know why I expected her to embrace me with open arms. If she only knew what I’d been through for the past fourteen years. All the worrying, meditation, spells, and hiring different people to find her then just maybe she would have. When I was first introduced to her that night on the boat I knew my prayers had been answered. The night I came home and found Stacey and the kids gone, I thought I would lose my mind. I never bothered trying to have any more kids after Stacey left. I was too afraid of going through the same thing again. I had finally found my one and only child. She needed me whether she knew it or not. She was back in my life and I was gon’ do everything in my being to keep her there.
Chapter 34
On a Mission
I lay in the bed later on that night tossing and turning. I had so many thoughts running through my head and unanswered questions about Mr. Davenport being my dad, I couldn’t sleep. I needed to talk to somebody about this crazy shit, but first I needed answers and the only person who could give them to me was my mom. I knew it was going to be difficult getting anything out of her, let alone getting her to even talk to me after p
utting that bullet in Craig’s leg. I looked over at the clock; it was damn near three o’clock in the morning. I climbed out of bed and got dressed. I needed to get my mind right before paying my mother a visit so I decided to go over to Nikki’s house to see what was popping over there. I grabbed my phone and car keys and headed to the car.
I called Budz to let him know where I was headed so he wouldn’t worry if he came home and I wasn’t there, but the call went straight to voicemail. I waited a few more minutes and tried calling two more times, only to have both my calls go to voicemail as well. I was feeling some type of way about Budz not answering his phone because it meant he was either with another bitch or Miguel. The thought of him being with Miguel sent chills down my spine.
I pulled up in front of Nikki’s house and parked behind Budz’s truck. “What the fuck this nigga doin’ over here?” I said to myself as I got out of the car. I couldn’t help but look over at the Davidsons’ house. I noticed the FOR SALE sign in their yard as I made my way up the walk. I didn’t know if my mind was playing tricks on me or what as I walked up on the porch, but I could have sworn I heard loud moaning. I stood and listened before knocking. I was right; there was moaning coming from inside the house. I tiptoed over to the window and looked in to see if I could see anything. My heart damn near jumped in my throat as I watched Sierra bent over with her hands on the couch cushion while Yogi hit her from the back and right next to them Nikki was sitting on the couch buck-ass naked while Budz stood in front of her with his pants pulled down to his ankles. She was sucking the skin off my man’s dick. I watched as Budz put his hand on the back of Nikki’s head and began pumping in and out of her mouth.
Even though I always suspected they were messing around, actually seeing this shit with my own eyes was a slap in the face. Budz always made me feel like I was jumping to conclusions and only thing him and Nikki did together was handle business. I had never come across anything until now. I knew I wasn’t crazy. And the most fucked-up part about this was that Sierra who was supposed to be my ace in the hole knew the entire time that Budz was fucking this bitch. I had asked Sierra directly if there was something going on and she had looked me straight in the face and lied. I wanted to kick the door down and go in and body all four of them, but I was too smart for that. In my eyes all these unloyal bitches were already dead to me. Even though my feelings were crushed, I was on a mission to make it to the top and wasn’t about to let Budz’s dirty-ass get in my way of becoming the Queen of Chicago.
Even though I had seen all I needed to see, I couldn’t move. I stood there and watched as Nikki continued to pleasure Budz. I guessed since he couldn’t get it from me, he had to get it from somewhere. Nikki looked up and her eyes met with mines. She didn’t miss a beat; she continued sucking Budz dick as we stared at each other. It was as if she started putting on a show for me. She then smiled at me, never stopping her flow. I nodded my head and smiled back before walking off the porch.
For the first time in a long time, I cried. It wasn’t like a hurt cry but more like a cleansing cry. It was long overdue. It was time to put my plan in motion. Budz had to go like yesterday. And I put this on my life, that before I took him out, I was gon’ do to him what he’d been doing to me for the longest. I was gon’ make him suffer.
I pulled up in front of my mom’s apartment complex and checked the clock. It was 4:30 a.m. but I didn’t care. I was gon’ take my chances. I walked into the doors and as usual the halls were decorated with dope feins.
“You got somethin’?” one of the feins asked me.
The look I shot him must have let him know that this was not the right time to fuck wit’ me. I pushed the button on the elevator and waited for it to open up. I climbed on and headed up to the seventh floor. When the doors opened up, I stepped off. I didn’t know what happened to all the courage I just had; it definitely wasn’t there anymore. Feeling afraid to knock on her door, I turned back around and pushed the down button on the elevator.
“What the fuck am I scared for? I ain’t no little girl no more,” I said as the elevators opened up. I turned back around, knocked on my momma’s door, and waited for someone to answer.
“Who is it?” she yelled from the other side of the door.
“Blu,” I yelled back.
“What the fuck?” she said, removing all the chains before snatching the door open. “What the fuck you want?”
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“Who at the door, baby?” Craig said, limping into the living room. “Awwww, hell no, shut the muthafuckin’ door! That bitch shot me!”
“Let me handle this, Craig,” my momma said.
“You betta before I do,” he said, turning to walk away.
I wasn’t paying Craig any attention. He wasn’t no fool; he knew I shot his ass once and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
“What you want, Blu?” my momma asked.
“I need to talk to you about somethin’,” I said, hoping she would give me the answers I needed.
“Blu, we don’t got shit to talk about. You brought yo’ disrespectful ass in my house and basically accused me of stealin’ ya money then you shot my boyfriend,” my momma said.
“Look, I don’t even have to come in. All I wanna know is if my daddy is really dead,” I said.
“You mean to tell me you came over here at four-thirty in the mornin’ to ask about yo’ crazy-ass daddy? I already told you the nigga was dead; what you think I was lyin’ to you?” She grimaced.
“Are you sure? Did you go to his funeral? Did his family tell you he died? I mean how do you really know that’s he’s dead?” I asked, needing to know.
“Look, Blu, I don’t owe you no muthafuckin’ explanation! I told you the nigga was dead and I ain’t gon’ tell you no more!” my mother snapped, attempting to close the door in my face.
I quickly stuck my foot in between the door and the frame. “So this nigga Mr. Davenport ain’t my daddy?” I asked.
“What?” she asked, opening the door back up. “Who the fuck told you about Daren?” The look on my mother’s face told me she was hiding something. “Answer me, Blu, dammit! Where do you know Daren from?”
“That’s Budz’s supplier,” I answered. “Now you answer me, is he my daddy or not?”
“Blu, stay the fuck away from that nigga. He’s crazy,” she said as tears filled her eyes. I had never seen my momma cry before.
“Is he my fuckin’ daddy or not?” I asked, not giving a fuck about her tears.
My mom slowly shook her head yes as the tears escaped her eyelids.
“Why the fuck you been tellin’ me all these years that my daddy was dead?”
“Blu, that nigga is crazy. Please stay away from him,” my mother pleaded.
“I can’t believe you been lyin’ to me,” I said disgusted as tears of my own began to fall.
“You didn’t tell him where I live at did you?”
“Why?” I asked, smartly.
“Did you tell him?” she said grabbing me tightly by both of my arms.
“Get the fuck off me!” I yelled. “No, I haven’t told him, yet!”
The look on my momma’s face let me know she was terrified and I loved every minute of it. I looked at her, shook my head, and laughed at her pitiful ass. I was through with this deceitful, lyin’ bitch too.
I didn’t know this for a fact but as I stood waiting for the elevator I was sure I heard her inside of her apartment scrambling to get her shit together. I stepped on the elevator when the doors opened, hit the one button, and continued to half laugh and cry as I headed down to the first floor.
Chapter 35
Contemplating My Next Move, Bitches
It had been a week since I’d found out that Budz and Nikki were really messing around. I kept my cool and continued acting normal. Nikki must not have told Budz I’d been on the porch ’cause he’d never mentioned it. Neither one of them hoes I’d called my girls had tried to reach out to me since that night. I was cool wi
th that; wasn’t nothing left to say anyway. I ain’t gon’ lie; it was hard, but I held it together quite well. I got up bright and early one morning and began putting my plan into effect. I couldn’t wait any longer.
I grabbed the phone book and looked up Richard Mack’s phone number. He was one of the coldest attorneys in Chicago. Word on the street was for the right price he could get damn near anybody off. He was the one who’d got Budz out on early release. After placing my call to him and discussing what I needed him to do, he assured me that after I paid my $30,000 retainer fee he would definitely work hard on the case. I then called Mr. Davenport. I needed to apologize to him for how I’d reacted when he told me the truth about him being my father. It wasn’t his fault that my mother lied to me all these years about my father being dead.
“Hello?” he answered.
I was afraid to talk at first.
“Blu?” he called out, recognizing my phone number.
“Yes, it’s Blu,” I finally responded.
“How are you?”
“I’m good.”
There was an awkward silence.
“Did you need somethin’?” he asked.
“I just wanted to apologize to you for the way I acted at our last meetin’. My momma finally told me the truth about you bein’ my father,” I said.
“I’m sorry she lied to you, Blu,” he said, apologetically.
“It’s not your fault. It was all hers,” I said quickly.
“Speakin’ of your mother, how is she?” Mr. Davenport asked.
“I don’t know. I went over there the other day and her apartment was completely empty. I guess she packed up and moved. I don’t know why,” I lied. “I tried callin’ her, too, but she got her number changed.”
“Good for her,” he responded maliciously.
More awkward silence.
“Blu, I know I can’t make up for lost time but I just want you to know that if you ever need me for anything, I’m here for you,” Mr. Davenport said.
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