LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

BOILING POINT

Cookie

"Porsha!" I shouted into the receiver of my phone while in the backseat heading towards my house, my voice frazzled, and I mean rightfully so after that bullshit I just heard merely twenty minutes ago. 

"Yes heifer I know it's almost two thirty in the morning but, get cho ass up...I need you." I demanded. "There should be a car pulling up outside of your house right now, get dressed, and meet me at the mansion in fifteen minutes." I finished then huffed as she rattled off questions, "Porsha look...I don't have time to explain right now just shut up and do what I told yo ass to do!" I ordered because this night has already been one of the worst on record in my life since I left prison and my crazy ass assistant isn't making it any better with the game of twenty-one questions she wants to play at the moment.

I ended the phone call as my car eased through the mansion gates and towards the house. When Jamal uttered the words that Lola was Lucious' child I almost didn't believe him at first. I mean why would I, that situation was supposed to have been settled years ago, I still remember that day Lucious brought his ass over after he'd been released from prison and proudly showed me copies of he and Mal's DNA test results.

At the time I was relieved that he wasn't her father for more than one reason but now, I honestly don't know what to believe, yet one thing I do know is that I'm sick of Lucious' devious ways. I'd made up my mind what I was gonna do as soon as the car carrying me pulled away from the hospital.

My phone vibrated, it's Lucious calling for the millionth time and I ignored it yet again. DONE...isn't even the word...it doesn't come close to how I feel about the status of our marriage. Hell, of our relationship period! I'm tired of his games, tired of his blatant lies to my face, tired of him using me as the reason why he does despicably crazy things to our family.

As the car came to a stop I opened my own door, ran up the stairs, through the front door and was immediately approached by Juanita after tossing my fur and clutch to the side. 

"Ms. Cookie, Mr. Lyon just called...he'd like for you to call him back ma'am." She told me. 

"Alright thanks Juanita." I told her in passing as I began to make my way up the main staircase. 

I love Juanita but that bullshit message from Lucious flew in one ear then out the other. I quickly trotted down towards the twin's room and stepped inside. They're both sound asleep, they've always been heavy sleepers but tonight they didn't even move a muscle as I headed straight for their walk-in closet then flicked on the light. 

Snatching their Nike duffel bags from the top shelf, I grabbed them each two pairs of Jordans and some slide in's, from their mile wide collection neatly arranged along the extensive shoe rack built into the back wall of the closet.

Their father had this closet especially built for them about two years ago, it's massive because it's sorta like an entirely separate room within their bedroom which was necessary because both Colin and Caleb have shoes and clothes for days. 

I glanced down at my phone, it's now about 2:40 a.m. as I hurriedly grabbed them each a handful of t-shirts, underwear, socks, shorts, along with a couple pairs of Purple Label Polo jeans with the matching sweaters to boot. Anything else they'd need, I could buy, I told myself then tossed the clothes into their respective bags, zipped them up and headed back into the darkness of their room. 

I've gotta be quick about what I'm doing because I know that it's only a matter of time before Lucious finds a way to get here. I texted Jamal to fill him in on my plans while I was riding back, he understood and told me he'd Facetime me as soon as there's any news about Lola's condition...but as of right now, I have to be gone.