“You look good as fuck, baby.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my lap.
“Thank you, baby. I got this when we went to Cali.” She smiled. Hearing her mention Cali had me smiling at the thought of that trip. That was a trip that we took just me, her, and Butterfly and we had the best time. I watched my girls go from store to store holding hands on Rodeo drive. They shopped ’til they dropped and had the time of their lives. I looked at the time on my phone, and just as I was about to call Z, my gate sounded off. I got up from the couch and walked over to the security pad to see who it was.
“Is that her?” Forever asked, walking over to me.
“Nah, Zelly has a code to enter the gates. She would never use the buzzer. It’s some white dude.”
“Yeah, what’s up? What you need?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. I’m looking for Legacy Porter. My name is Attorney Jack Cason, and this is Avante Blake with me. We need to discuss Cedrick Blake’s Will with you, sir.” The moment he mentioned a will, my interest piqued, and I wanted to hear what he had to say.
“Come on in.”
Just as I opened the gate, Zelly and Rome pulled in behind them.
Perfect timing. The made their way up the driveway, and instead of letting them inside my house, I decided to step outside and handle this shit face-to-face. I wasn’t really into strangers walking in my shit. By the time they got out the car, Zelly and Rome had already came to stand beside me.
“How can I help you two?” I questioned. The attorney adjusted his suit jacket before speaking.
“Mr. Porter, I’ll get right to the point. Mr. Cedrick Blake passed away a few weeks ago, and the reading of his will was held a few days ago. We’ve sent several letters, but they went unanswered.”
What the fuck was he talking about? Who the fuck is Cedrick Blake?
“In his will,” the attorney continued talking, “Mr. Blake stated that he believed he had another son. He advised that the mother of that child is Alexandria Porter, and the son in question is Legacy Porter.”
For a second, I just stood there staring at him like this muthafucka had three heads. Then I could feel myself becoming pissed.
“What the fuck!” I blurted, looking over at Zelly and then back to them.
“Mr. Blake’s net worth exceeds 1.6 billion dollars,” the attorney continued. “He was the owner and president of Blake Corporation, which owns a host of hotels and casinos. The Luxe Casinos & Resorts, The Luxe Hotels, and The Grand Palisades Casino & Resorts located in Las Vegas and Atlantic City, New Jersey.”
“1.6 who?! Shiddd. Even if he ain’t that baby pappy. He is from this day until we cash our muthafuckin check ’cause wedon’t turn down shit but our collar,” Rome said, and I looked at this nigga, shaking my damn head.
I tried my best to think clearly so that I could process what the fuck this man was saying. Because ain’t no way in hell these people were standing outside my house telling me I belonged to another family. My father is senator Richard Porter III.
“Yeah, I’m not sure what the fuck this is about,” I snapped, my voice hardening instantly.
“But I’m not his kid. Y’all got me fucked up and mistaken.”
I turned away slightly, already feeling my temper rising. Zelly must’ve noticed the change in my attitude because she started rubbing my arm to calm me down.
“Legacy, calm down. Let’s hear them out first. Then we can go see your mom. She can straighten all this out,” Zelly said. I looked up and Forever was walking up to us and her presence alone calmed me instantly.
The attorney sighed softly. “I’m sorry we’re coming to you like this, Mr. Porter. And I understand how all of this sounds, but we cannot proceed with any of Mr. Blake’s affairs until a DNA test is completed and the results are confirmed.”
I looked at him like he had lost his damn mind.
“Mr. Blake’s family would like to close this chapter and settle the estate properly.”
I laughed bitterly.
“This some bullshit.”
The younger dude with him finally spoke up.
He looked to be around my age, maybe a little younger. I looked his ass up and down, and on some real shit, the dude looked more like me than Logic did. You can tell that he was about his shit with his expensive watch and his tailored suit. He looked uncomfortable standing here.
“Listen, man,” he said, holding his hands up slightly. “I know this all sounds crazy, but I wanna get this over with as quickly as possible too.”
