, I, attempting to make sense of the predicament I was in, was the one who kept staring at him. He is making a great effort to disprove my gut feeling that he is a good man. And th

m. Same eerie sensation. The number of times I came close to pass

as in h

e middle of

area because I did not recognize

character who would not put up with being questioned, particularly by someone such as me. However, s

me that we are in a parking lot as his ic

sense of unfamiliarity smacks me. There's a building called the Lexa Hotel, and all I can scan around are a

tel,

second of his time. I obey his orders. You don't want to mess with Niggas like him. He swings th

to be so damn challenging. I'm almost sprinting, and him? He's not even breaking a sweat over it. A

er at the fire in his eyes. "You shut up and just follow me if you know what is good for you. And you better not piss me off because I will perso

and that betrayer, Mary, the she-Judas, he knows them? Does that mean he also has an i

n. "What the fuck did I say just now? Don't you know how to adhere to simple rules?" He groans furiously. "The

se h

lame for

ck did I do? And what

was just a trap set for me. I nearly had a heart attack upon discovering that my boyfriend was the one responsible for my kidnapping. From taking my sister hostage to keeping me from

lack messiah who, unfortunately, seems to be well knowledgeable about that enigmatic place. I have all the right to demand answers, but I am forbidden to ask

ucking lips sealed!" He made re

l. Merely a handful of people are savoring their meals as I survey the area during my short-lived chance to cruise my eyes around. Not particularl

, sir, or

lady behind the counter. His r

he hold some kind

and his partners in c

n on his face, he nods h

grabs one particular card. With her head still pointing downward, she hands it t

e. When the elevator opens, he shoves me in first, and then he follows me into the stuffy

unfriendly aura together. It would not be this strong. I