LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

THE BROTHERS LYON

Hakeem

Riding in the backseat of the company Range Rover, my mind raced with all type things. I sighed heavily because things within my family seem to be at there lowest point in forever. I'm currently on my way back to the office for a couple of meetings with a few Gutta Life Artists. The ASA nominations are coming up pretty soon and along with Freda Gatz and J-Poppa, myself, Mal, and even my trifling ass father are all rumored to receive nominations when the time comes.

I ran my hand across my face while my eyes lurked behind the dark tent of my Tom Ford shades, everything's a mess. T, kicked me outta our house once the whole tape shit hit the media...I had to move Laura and Ari into another house because it didn't even take a week for her address to become public knowledge; once that happened, the old townhouse was swarmed every single day and night with media, and I refuse to have my baby girl surrounded by that bullshit.

She ain't but three; she doesn't understand why people keep trying to take her and her mother's pictures or why she can't go out and play with her friends like she used to.

The streets of the city are bustling outside as I continue to coast along in the backseat, fresh sheets of snow covered the pavement and sidewalks of Manhattan while I continued to grow closer and closer to the office.

So, after T put my ass out, I moved back into my penthouse in the city and I've been trying everything to at least get her to hear me out. Our son is do the week before Christmas which is two weeks away and despite how much I know I hurt her with my lies...I wanna be there. She is still my wife mind you, but only God knows how long that'll still be a fact.

Mom is doing okay...I guess...I mean she seems a little happier these days, way more than she sounded when she first left the city so maybe, just maybe my parents might try and work things out. My schedule is jammed pack today, so I haven't had time to do much but work...especially with dad still on leave.

I licked my lips as I contemplated my mother's words from earlier when we spoke about Christmas...she's worried about Laylah and so am I, we've always been very close, I mean since the day she was born I know my ass has been guilty of spoiling the hell outta her. Yet, now a days, I can barely get a hi or a bye when we Facetime without it being accompanied by a frown. I hate seeing her so down....it's one hundred percent outta her personality.

The car holding me rounded the corner onto the street of the Empire building as I tightened my scarf round my neck and pulled my hat down a little further. I'm just coming from visiting my Lola Bear...to see her lying there, damn near lifeless...so helpless...so fragile...man that shit makes me wanna cry. I haven't had much to say to my father, I love him despite all that he's done wrong, but there's something else that neither of my parents are talking about that had to have went down for mom to up and leave the way she did.

They've fought many times before but something in the pit of my stomach just keeps telling me that there's more to this situation that meets the eye...something deep that finally forced mom to throw in the towel and that's saying alot because her and that man have been through and overcome a whole hella of alot together.

My car came to a halt, I blinked to clear my head while the driver opened my door and I jumped out, then made my way into the building and towards my office. Mal said that he's not upset with me anymore about what happened but I kinda get the feeling that in some way he still is. I mean shit if the situation was reversed, I know I'd be livid.

Trotting onto the elevator while still in thought, my fingers washed over my chin. Lo was supposed to have come outta that comma by now, the doctors said normally it may take up to two to four weeks depending on the amount of brain damage, but it's been over a month so the longer she's outta it the worse I hate myself for not being man enough to just tell her ass no about going to that damn party.