SOUL OF A LION by Scott Barbie & Amor Barbie

Author:Scott, Barbie & Amor, Barbie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-13T00:00:00+00:00

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“What are you doing here? Don't you know those people are looking for you?”

“I don't give a fuck about them people. You don't know that by now?”

“I don't know a thing. Why are you here?”

“That's a good ass question. I'm here for answers.”

“Answers?” Soulé bit into her lip, wondering what kind of answers he could possibly want.

She was nervous as hell because their last encounter he was shooting a gun like he was part of the damn Navy SEAL.

“The fuck you bitches looking at, and what the fuck so funny?!” Lion asked, looking around Soulé to the two rude nurses that were giggling and whispering.

Noticing it was the same two nurses that fondled Lion’s dick while he was in the coma made Soulé chuckle. They quickly scattered off as if they were gonna continue work. Soulé knew better; she knew they would only be meeting up in the back by X-rays to finish gossiping.

“I'm sorry I don't have any answers for you. I don't know shit to tell you.” Soulé tried to brush him off.

“Why did you do it?” he asked, ignoring her fake dismissal.

“Do what?”

“Delete my address.”

“I don't know honestly. Maybe I should've left it there because you're a very dangerous man and they have a place for fools like you.” She tried to wave him off again, but he caught her arm and used a little force.

“Why the fuck you keep popping up in my life? Every fucking where I go. How I know you ain't working with the police?”

“Because if I was, yo’ black ass would be in jail already. Now let me go.” Soulé snatched out of his grip and gave him a anything else look.

Lion stopped to look at her dementedly. He wondered why the sudden toughness and figured it had to do with her just being tired of his ass. He knew after what she saw at the club, she probably thought he was a killer; and he was. However, it still tripped him out again she didn't go to the police.

“The fuck you always being so rude?” he had the nerve to ask, and it made Soulé’s head whip back.

“Because every time I try to help you, you're the one being rude. Just like back at your home. Look, I don't have time. I have to get back to work.”

“Yo, you must not have a nigga. Yo mouth is slick,” Lion threw out there, hoping she’d bite.

“No, I don't have a nigga, and even if I did, he couldn't control me,” she sassed, standing her ground.

“Yeah, a’ight. I'll be seeing you around, Ms. Soulé.” Lion’s hand slid under the cuff of her chin before turning to walk away.

“You have a great rest of your day, Mr. Rossi.” She matched his energy, and he tossed a chuckle over his shoulder, catching her sarcasm.

Soulé watched him walk away, and just like the masked man, he had taken her breath away. She couldn't understand for the life of her what these men wanted. She had one

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