Page 199 of I See You

A DeVille by blood. Hassan hadn’t just killed Braxton’s father—he ignited a family war.

“That nigga is a DeVille!” Roman said, louder this time. “That’s why he been on our ass like this. It’s deeper than a damn case. He avengin’ his pops, and Carlos avengin’ his nephew.”

Hassan leaned back in his seat, fists clenched, jaw grinding as it all sank in.

They weren’t just playing chess with a bitter ex or a corrupt prosecutor.

This was blood war. And they’d taken Sevyn to make him bleed. “That’s why we ain’t put two and two together,” Roman muttered, running a hand down his face. “Grayson kept the DeVille name, but Braxton stuck with his father’s maiden name—Henderson. Didn’t want nobody to know who he really was.”

“And San killed his pops,” Jules added, shaking his head slowly. “Now that nigga want revenge.”

Hassan stayed quiet, his energy unreadable, but cold as fuck. He was listening, calculating, piecing shit together faster than anyone in the room.

“That nigga Carlos not gon’ be happy when he finds out his nephewbeenstealingfromhim,rightunderhisnose,”Julessaid, sliding another file across the table.

Hassan grabbed it and flipped it open. The moment he saw the name, his brows dipped. Bank statements from Caldwell Credit Union, wired transfers—fat ones—pushed into offshore accounts. But the account wasn’t under Braxton’s name.

It was under Ariel Caldwell.

Hassan’s head snapped up. “This shit say Ariel. Not Braxton.” Jules nodded. “Exactly.”

“Ariel?” Roman echoed, brows furrowing—then his eyes lit up. “Aye! That’s the bitch Dorian beat up outside the bank!”

Everything clicked.

“The same bitch Braxton cheated on Sevyn with,” Hassan muttered, voice low, jaw locked. “Her so-called best friend.”

“So why would Braxton and his goofy-ass baby mama be stealin’ from the same nigga that’s supposed to be helpin’ him?” Roman asked, still trying to make sense of it.

“Maybe Carlos don’t know shit,” Jules said calmly, watching them. “Maybe he not helpin’ Braxton at all.”

They both looked at him.

Jules leaned forward. “Look at it this way—Braxton’s a greedy- ass nigga. Always been. He the type that want his cake, and everyone else’s too. If this was only about revenge, Sevyn wouldn’t be the bait. He would've caught Hassan slippin’ plenty of times and handled it then. But this? This feels personal.”

“This shit not clicking,” Roman muttered again, frustrated. “Didn’t Braxton and Sevyn date?” Jules asked.

Roman nodded. “Yeah, but she left his sorry ass.”

“Then he finds out she with you,” Jules said, eyeing Hassan. “You took that nigga’s daddy and his bitch.”

Hassan’s eyes snapped up, sharp and lethal.

“My bad,” Jules corrected, hands up. “Didn’t mean no disrespect.”

Hassan didn’t say a word, but the temperature in the room dropped.

“This bigger than revenge,” Jules continued. “That nigga want Sevyn back. He obsessed. And I bet that Ariel bitch—his baby mama— is helpin’ him launder that stolen money into private accounts. Braxton don’t want war. He tryna disappear. Run off with Sevyn like she his.”

“And he know killin’ Hassan damn near impossible,” Roman added. “So he lettin’ Carlos handle that part.”

The room went silent, everything clicking now.

And Hassan? He just sat there, still as a loaded gun, but his mind was moving fast. Every second they wasted, Sevyn was in danger. And now he knew—this wasn’t just business.

It was personal. Real fucking personal. And Braxton was gonna bleed for it.

"I need to see this hoe," Hassan said, standing abruptly, his tone cold as hell. He was talking about Ariel. Roman was already on it, dialing Von, who was still holding things down with Dorian and Harper at the vacation house, Bully posted with them too.

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