Page 182 of I See You

Roman nodded. "We figured if she wasn’t answering, you’d know something."

But Hassan didn’t. And the realization ripped through him like a blade.

His heart thundered in his chest as he yanked out his phone and dialed Von. The call barely rang once.

"TrackSevyn’scar.Now,"Hassanbarked.Hisvoicewascold, trembling with urgency.

Von paused, and Hassan’s heart dropped. "Boss…"

"Mane, spit that shit out!" Hassan growled, pacing now, his fury boiling over.

Von sighed heavily. "I tracked it—not far from your place. Closest traffic cam caught it. Her car’s crashed into a tree off the side of the highway. It’s smoking. Might be on fire."

Silence fell like a bomb.

"The fuck?" Roman muttered, disbelief and horror flooding his voice.

Tears welled in both Dorian’s and Harper’s eyes. Dorian’s knees nearly buckled.

"I checked the footage from an hour ago," Von continued. "A black Escalade was following her. Looked like she noticed and tried to lose it. But when she took a sharp turn, they rammed her—hard. Sent her spinning into a tree. Cameras cut out right after that. Like someone wiped the scene. No footage of her getting pulled out. No license plate. No face. Just… smoke and silence."

Hassan didn’t wait. He grabbed his keys and bolted for the door like a man possessed.

Everyone else followed, hearts pounding, tears falling, dread swallowing them whole.

Hassan didn’t care about Braxton. He didn’t care about whatever war was brewing around him.

He only cared about one thing now— Finding Sevyn. Alive.

"Did you run the plates on the truck?" Hassan barked into the phone, hopping into his Ferrari with urgency pulsing through his veins.

Harper slid into the passenger seat without hesitation, buckling up just as Roman and Dorian jumped into Roman’s Lamborghini behind them. Tires screeched as Hassan peeled out, weaving through traffic like a man with nothing to lose.

"There weren’t any plates," Von said through the phone, the sound of rapid keystrokes in the background. "But it’s electric. I can tap into the internal tracking system—give me a second."

Hassan’s grip on the wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. He was flying down the highway, every red light a suggestion, every car in front of him just another obstacle between him and the woman he couldn't lose. His hands started to tremble. Harper noticed instantly.

"We're gonna find her," she said softly, trying to anchor him.

But nothing could ground him. Not until he saw Sevyn breathing— alive and untouched. And even then, he didn’t know if he’d ever forgive himself.

Then Von’s voice came back, sharp and laced with rage. "Fuck!"

Hassan’s stomach dropped. "What?"

"The car’s system is registered under DeVille Technologies," Von snapped. "Carlos DeVille got Sevyn."

That name hit like a gunshot to the chest.

Hassan’sbloodturnedicecold.Hisjawclenchedasadifferent kindof darkness took over—the kind that didn’t just want revenge, it demanded destruction.

"Find everything on that nigga!" Hassan growled, each word sharp as broken glass. "I don’t care if it’s the fucking dog. I want names. Faces. Weaknesses. Everybody he ever loved, ever talked to—I want 'em."

"I'm on it," Von replied, already working his magic.

"Meet at the casino. Call Jules. Get Norman’s ass up. It's fucking war now," Hassan said coldly, then hung up before another word could be spoken.

Harper sat quietly beside him, heart pounding as she watched his face harden further with every mile. He was unraveling right in front of her—anger, guilt, fear all colliding in the worst way. She wanted to say something, anything, but what could she say when the one person who made him feel whole had just been ripped from him?

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