What a week it had been.
Everything seemed to have happened all at once, and I had returned to the hood just two days ago. I can’t complain, though. I preferred dealing with the s**t out here than being stuck in that hellhole.
That week, I had started researching Olivia's life. When I looked into it years ago, there was nothing to find. She had been born here and had stayed with her mother, never knowing who her father was. But now, things are different. I knew who her father was, and that knowledge only fueled my hatred for her.
Ricky was a bastard. He always had been. That fucker turned out to be Olivia's father. How did I find out? I had my contacts in his hood, got a DNA sample from him, and with Elijah's help, managed to do the test that proved it. Ricky was Olivia's father, my son
