LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR (REMASTERED)

AN UNWELCOLMED GUEST

Adjusting my purple fur collared, floor length lounge coat, my feet glided along the lush carpet of the nursery. I'm shuffling through my baby girl's walk-in closet, trying to decide on the best outfit for her to wear cuz we're taking pictures tomorrow, so I want her to be especially fly like me, of course.

Lucious was determined to have something made or flown in from Paris for his princess, but I told him not to because she already has a room full of clothes and frilly dresses, under damn near every designer label in the world, that she hasn't even worn yet.

He already put 7 carat diamond studs in her ears, and she has damn near as many bracelets and necklaces as I do, and I'm grown. I keep telling his ass that she's not big enough for all this stuff yet, but every time he comes home from a trip, he brings back bags full of gifts for both of us.

Speaking of Lucious and Laylah, those two should be back pretty soon. They stopped by the office to pick up a few files but that was nearly two hours ago yet leave it to her daddy to be somewhere showing her off. Laylah has softened his ass up a lot, I mean all she has to do is whimper and he's like putty in her hands.

God help the little boy that tries to date her later on down the road cause he definitely ain't gonna have it easy between her father and her brothers.

My thoughts shifted as the front gate buzzer chimed and I instinctively granted access through my phone, it's probably Lu or Keem's special ass, cuz he can't remember the gate code to save his life. The new system that Malcolm had installed randomly changes the code every 90 days, as a safety precaution, but only Lucious and I have access to the change.

Satisfied with my selections, I took the five outfits that I'd picked for my baby girl to wear into the master suite and laid them across the bed for Lu's inspection, all of which still have price tags on them.

I shook my head while heading towards the main staircase to greet whoever is at the door. Now even though I told him not to buy her anything I'll bet money that Lucious is gonna come through that door with a bag full of clothes anyway.

Making my way to the last step, the door briskly swung open and in staggered Anika. What is she doing here? I asked myself. I haven't really seen her since she stormed out, upset about us not going through with the hostile takeover.

"What the hell are you doing in my house Boo Boo Kitty?" I scoffed because I know she hates that little nickname I'd given her during our first encounter. "And how the hell you unlock the door?" I pried.

She looks a hot mess to say the very least, her makeup is smeared, hair untamed and she seems a bit off balance.

What's up with this, true I've never liked her boogie ass but the heifer's normally flawless in appearance.

She slowly shut the oak door then turned around as I eased down towards her, and instantly observed that she'd been drinking as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I've still got a key bitch. You and Lucious must have been too busy screwing to think about having the locks changed." She sluggishly rambled.

Squinting my eyes at her I grinned, oh, she's trying to come for me huh. Okay...let's go then hoe.

"Thanks for the update sweetie, I'll be sure to whisper that in his ear when I'm riding his dick later on tonight." I taunted. Her face dropped at my words, I just couldn't resist myself, plus she's talking trash so it's fair game.

Strutting across the foyer, I leaned against the piano in the family room, her glossed gaze following me step by step with a scowl painted along her features.

"Look, I don't have time for your childish games. I won, you lost, move on. What do you want?" I bluntly questioned.

"You know you and Lucious think that you two can do anything you want to people and get away with it. He was a better man without you around. You brought the thug back out in him and that's not what's gotten him this far, I helped him build up Empire these past few years. You should have stayed in prison." She belted through gritted teeth and slurred speech, her frame wavering as she staggered and swayed.