LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR (REMASTERED)

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

3 months later........

Since Vernon and I handled that little situation with former FBI Special Agent Carter, things have, well you know what I ain't gonna even say it cause every time I do some more shit pops off. Things are good for now.

Anyway, Andre finally got the Lyon Foundation off the ground shortly after Laylah's birthday, and with the success of the first location in New York, he's now opening the second location near our old neighborhood in Philly.

Everybody flew down on the company jet to celebrate the opening of the new center and later tonight Andre has a huge event planned. Both of his brothers are going to perform, Michelle, and even his father offered to get up and sing a little melody as well.

Philly born and bred, we're staying at the Waldorf Astoria downtown, but Lucious and I decided to take a little trip down memory lane and stop past our old house.

Eyes fiercely focused on the road ahead, the car drifted atop the rocky asphalt, quietly roaming the streets that made us who we are today. Laylah's back at the hotel with Mal and Lola, but I miss my baby girl. Spoiled as hell, but the light of my life, I'm beyond grateful for this second chance at motherhood.

Observant gaze outta the passenger side window, a humble sigh floated through my lips, as the local hip hop station melodically roared around us. Lucious took a hold of my hand and kissed it, "You're awfully quiet over there, everything alright?" He uttered as his eyes quickly shifted towards me then back onto the road.

"Everything is fine baby." I quipped, lacing our fingers together and glancing back onto the rugged setting of our childhood. I'm simply thinking about how far we've come. Against all odds we made it out these ruff streets and put ourselves in a position where our kids nor their children will ever have to suffer the way we did.... we broke the cycle of poverty we were born into.

A flutter hit my chest as the Bently rounded the corner of our old block and came to a slow halt. My husband trotted towards my door then gripped my hand, once he opened my door. My Louis Vuitton Cherie Pumps struck the pavement, as we strolled up the sidewalk.

Wondering eyes glued to our presence, Lu adjusted the custom black and gold Fire Hawk pistol within his waistband, revealing its presence just enough for the dudes perched along the porch next door to know what time it is. My very own resting within my clutch, we can never be too careful.

Heading up the stairs and into the house that we'd built our family in, my heart swelled, so many memories both good and bad flooding my mental.

Wow, I pondered while my eyes surveyed our surroundings as we stood near the front door...this is where we spent our second Christmas together, our first as parents. Andre took his first steps in the living room to the left, the infamous steps that Mal came down in my heels to the right, and the table Lu delivered Keem on within the dining room.

Noticing the rocking chair in the corner of the living room, I grinned while we pranced throughout the structure. Lucious and I made love in every room of this house too many times to count, but that damn rocking chair was one of our favorite places to get down on.

My husband found his way over to the keyboard that helped us start it all, "Member this old thing?" He asked, I grinned and nodded.

"Yeah, wow I didn't know it was still here, does it work?" I inquired.

"Yes, it does. Mal and I came here a while back and made a great track with it, this baby can still pump out the hits." He replied while I continued my stroll through the house, reminiscing on the great years we spent in this place.

This was the last place I called home before I got locked up. I'm grateful to Carol for keeping it up throughout the years, cuz it doesn't appear that much has changed. It's like it was frozen in time.