LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR (REMASTERED)

THE ALPHA MALE

© Copyright @TheFourtifiedOne 2015 {Novel Content}

{Based on Characters Created by Lee Daniels & Danny Strong}

Stretched out along a cot in his solitary cell within the dank and ominously depressing confines of Brooklyn Federal Correctional Facility, dull fluorescent lights hummed overhead. Three months had elapsed since the eyes of the world watched while he was carted away from the Lucious Lyon Sound Venue by federal agents, like a common criminal.

Exhaling deeply Lucious propped his hands along the back of his head, eyes focused straight ahead onto the many pictures scattered across the wall. Most days he spent much of his time out on the yard, that way his thoughts never really had time to settle, but the past two weeks had been different.

The entire facility was on complete lockdown and now, he was forced to stare upon the images and contemplate every angle and avenue within the demise of those who'd betrayed him...his family.

His mind raced....

They really think that they've gotten away with it huh! After all I've given them! They'd all be dead and irrelevant without me, and this is how I'm repaid!

Oh, but little do they know I'm coming, and there'll be far more than Hell to pay once I do!

I hate this fuckin' cell, it's too confining. Imma Lyon. I need room to roam.

I can't imagine how hard this was for Cookie all those years, it had to be hell. I've only been here for three months and I'm already about to lose my mind. Last time I was locked down was a little bit after I got married, that's when I got that stupid bitch of a probation officer, following six months in county.

Being in 23 hour a day isolation is crazy for me, I'm a people person so this shit is for the birds. Everything was all good, well as good as being in the Federal Pen can be, until punk ass Ofc. McKnight fucked around and got shanked during a fight on the yard two weeks ago.

Of course, they been tryin' to pin that on me but I personally ain't have shit to do with that. His bitch ass had it comin' anyway, but if I did know, ain't no snitches over here. Thus, here we are, the entire place on lockdown until somebody talks.

Jamal and Becky came by today to give me an update on what's been going on with the business, fortunately the right to visitation can't be revoked, so that's the one hour we're allotted.

Thankfully so, cuz things at Empire have been a bit unstable.

With my face and name plastered all over every major media outlet, the stock plummeted after my arrest, but it's started to rebound over the past month or so which is great news. We had a few artists defect to Creedmoor, but they weren't any of our heavy hitters, so it wasn't a big loss.

I can't believe that Cookie snitched on me. Okay yeah, I killed Bunky, but we live by the rules of the streets. Snitches get stitches, ditches, and whatever else is required to keep the game rollin'. She knows that.

She knows better than to cross me but trust and believe I'll deal with her in due time. Andre and Hakeem gone get what's coming to them soon enough as well and despite them being my sons they came for my neck, so now Imma be coming for blood.

"Lyon, you have an attorney visit. This way please." The guard uttered, interrupting my vengeful thoughts, as he opened my cell door then escorted me towards the visitation area.

"Good to see you, Lucious." My attorney said as he stood to greet me.

"How are you doing?" He continued as we shook hands, then took our seats along the cold steel stools.

"I'm aight Greg. What's the word? I wasn't expecting you until next week."

Greg nodded then looked me directly in the eyes, "I know but I have great news, that I decided to deliver in person. It seems that the feds are having an extremely hard time maintaining a creditable case against you. We've been pressing hard for access to all evidence to be turned over for review and they've tried damn near every stalling trick in the book." He explained. I inched forward a bit in response.

"Of course, we knew the homeless guy who ID'ed you would never be reputable on the stand, but it appears as if he was found dead in an ally, apparent overdose, a month ago. And according to our source in the Bureau they can't seem to find the other person who was supposed to testify against you."

A deep breath filled my lungs as I nodded along to the information being spilled.

I'm not in the least bit surprised about a junkie OD-ing in an alley. Hell, that was a long shot anyway even for the damn Feds. The other witness though, I still haven't been able to find out who they are despite having my goons scouring the streets for any information.

Huh, I honestly figured that it was Cookie, but since Greg's saying that they still can't find that person, maybe she is telling the truth about not snitching on me when I was arrested.

"Okay Greg, so what does all that mean for me?" Greg smiled.

"It means that it's just a matter of time before they have to let you go. I just found out all this information today, so you know that I'm on top of it. I'm working on getting you outta here asap, of course they're trying to give me red tape so that they can hold you as long as possible. Trying to buy time to come up with something, anything against you because they're scrambling. But you know I'm not going to let that happen. Two weeks at the most, but if all goes as planned, I'll have you outta here and your name cleared by next week." He assured.

Aahhh, this is fabulous news I thought to myself, as my hand washed over my chin.

"My man, I'm so glad to hear that. By the way, have you heard from Vernon? I haven't heard from him since the day before the concert and I'm worried that he's fallen off the wagon again." I probed.

"No, sorry Lucious, I haven't heard from him, but I've still got people on it, and we'll keep looking." Greg hurriedly replied as we both rose to our feet, and he extended his hand towards me.

"Stay outta trouble. I'll be in touch soon." He advised as we shook on the status of my incarceration, and he exited just as quickly as he'd come.

I left the visitation room on cloud nine and headed back to my cell plotting my next move.

THE KING is coming home and there is going to be VENGEANCE and FURY towards all those that've crossed or may try to cross me on my path back to the top.