They pulled up to the spot, and Laz killed the engine. Lucious turned to Cookie, and furrowed his brow with concern. "Baby, do you really want to do this? I mean, we could just-" "No, I wanna help too. I am apart of the problem, I might as well. Besides, what's the worst that can happen?" She said, looking around the car as everyone thought for a minute, then rambled off the worst. "You could inhale some mold in the studio-" "Some blood could splatter in ya eye-" "You could just die, on the spot..." This one was from Tormentó, of course. Cookie shook her head, and chuckled as she stepped out of the car, once Lucious opened the door for her. "I don't want to hear that. Let's just get this over with, shall we?" "Ok, we gon park the car away from here, just in case, and you, go do ya thang. If he agrees with our terms, then hell, he might be able to live!" Lucious said as he got back in the car, and as she turned back to him, she blew a kiss, and he grinned, caught it and slapped his cheek. She giggled, and headed towards the door. She slowly creaked open the door, and walked inside, careful not to cause any noise. She laughed on the inside as she thought how easy it would be to end him, right there, right then, as she eased up behind him, bent over his raggedy ass sound board. "SHYNE!" She said, lightly tapping his neck as she screamed his name. He damn near jumped out of his skin as she laughed out loud. "Damn it, Cookie... Wait, how'd you... What are you doing here?" "Don't bullshit me, Shyne, you know damn well why I'm here... Look, that's besides the point." She said, flipping her hair and leaning against the soundboard. "I came to actually make you a deal. Now, you know, quite a bit, about me and Lucious's past. I just came to make sure you're still on our side when it comes to keeping ya damn mouth shut. Are we good?" He chuckled and began, "Cookie, you know what I asked for, and if that's not taken care of, then the FEDs might "accidentally" find out about y'all lil secrets." He said, looking quite smug with himself. Cookie put on her sweetest smile and began.
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"Shyne... Look, ya music is trash, ya cousins music is trash, and I hope you don't make it ya day job. Now, if you even THINK about snitching, yo body will "accidentally" come up missing, you catch my drift?" He nodded, and as she started to get up from the sound board, he quickly rose up and grabbed her by her throat. "So, you gon come in my shit, and think you running it. You ain't shit but Lucious's bottom bitch, you dirty hoe!" He taunted as she clawed at his hand, that did nothing but make him tighten his grip. As she struggled for each breath, she reached behind her back for her gun, whipping it out, and pulled the trigger, grazing his stomach. "AHH! You stupid bitch! YOU REALLY GON DIE NOW!" He said, trying to pry the gun from her hands. "Now, that's where you're wrong..." BANG! Shyne sunk to the floor, a look of surprise on his face as Lucious rushed over to Cookie, who was now on the floor, gasping for breath. "Damn it, that bitch!" He said, scooping her up bridal style, and she jumped as they heard 5 more gunshots. He ran outside, her still in his arms as Laz and Tormentó stood there, 3 dead niggas, most likely some of Shyne's goons, on the ground. Suddenly, police sirens sounded off in the distance. "Shit! We gotta go!" Laz yelled, sprinting over to the car. "What happened?!" Tormentó yelled, as she looked over Cookie, who was passed out, and had ugly, dark handprints all over her neck. "No time to explain right now, Laz, get this FUCKER GOING!"........
