LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

SOUL OF A MAN

Lucious

"I love you too...I probably always will...but quite honestly, what's love got to do with it anymore."

Those words have been on constant repeat in my mind since the very moment they left my wife's lips when she rode outta my life. Still, I can't believe that she's gone and the fact that I haven't been able to at least hear her or the voices of my kids is driving me up the wall. 

I miss them, the house is so quiet without them around...my life is so drab, without them to brighten it up.

I brought the bottle of D'usse to my lips then turned it up as I sat in the small gun range I had built in the basement of the house a couple of years ago. I watched as her imaged floated across the side wall of the range while I idly lounge here watching her on the projector.

Another hefty sip from my bottle...my eyes focused on the footage I'd just taken during our trip to Aruba. My beautiful wife standing in the bathroom singing to herself and takin' out her rollers, utterly oblivious to me watchin' her.

Where did you come from? Am I the only that you make feel this way?

Where did you learn from? Nothing you're doing can be taught these days.

You shine with picture perfect beauty, show it off...Show it show it off, let 'em see you show it off.

Tell me how you doing it to me, showing off...I see you showing off, with the whole world going off.

Her voice melodically sang. Applying her daily moisturizer, her angelic voice floated towards me through the open door without looking in my direction.

"You know I really like August babe...I think we should try and sign him at Empire. His contract at his label is up soon and I think he'll really fit in well with us and the new things we're tryin' to do. Plus all the ladies seem to love him." She told me then turned towards the camera and noticed my antics before I had a chance to reply. She sucked her teeth.

"Gone Lucious...get that stupid ass camera outta my damn face." She giggled while exiting the bathroom and I followed her around our bedroom.

"Cmon Cooks, smile for me baby. Please." I told her while hot on her heels.

"No, you know I hate it when you be tapping me and stuff." She sighed as she headed towards the walk in closet.

"Actin' like a damn stalker and shit." She continued then faced the camera with her hands on her hips and grinned at me while I continued to film.

"Aye hold up...a stalker? Why I gotta be on some stalker shit cuz I wanna record my beautiful wife in her natural element?" I asked a little offended as she gazed up at me.

"Lucious, I swear imma kill yo ass if you don't stop tapin' me. I'm standin' here in my damn drawers you idiot." She replied.

"So." I said and kept on going but she shut the closet door on me and we both started laughing.

I took another huge gulp from my bottle and continued to watch the footage...after she shut the closet door on me I made my way towards the kid's rooms to bother their asses a little bit.

Quite honestly, ion even know how long I've been down here but it really doesn't matter at this point because I honestly have no reason to leave this room. I didn't think she'd ever leave me and I never thought she'd take my kids from me or not even at least let me talk to them on the phone. I have no idea where they are and I know that Cooks did that shit to hit me in the heart, she knew keepin' them from me would hurt me more than anything.