Page 203 of I See You

“Dogs?” Hassan asked, scanning the yard. He didn’t need no barking, no alert.

“Bitch scared of ‘em,” Dorian scoffed.

“Good. I need her ass knocked out. We not doing no messy shitin here.”

“Been waiting to knock her ass out,” she muttered darkly.

“Put these on.” Hassan handed her a pair of gloves as he slipped his own on. There was no room for error—Ariel wasn’t walking out of this, and they weren’t leaving anything behind.

He paused, brows furrowed. “You drugged the hacker too. What about the cameras?”

Dorian tried not to laugh but failed. “I had to get outta there. Had to be slick with it.”

Hassan sighed, pulling out his phone. “Sloppy ass,” he muttered as he dialed Von, hoping the man had shaken off the effects of the drugged tea. On the fifth ring, he finally picked up, voice raspy.

“Aye… boss?” Von sounded groggy, half-confused, half-panicked.

“Aye, I’m at Ariel’s with Dorian,” Hassan said coolly.

“Dorian?” Von repeated, alertness kicking in. “The fuck?”

“She caught y’all slipping. Let a female drug your ass,” Hassan said, voice laced with both disappointment and lowkey amusement.

“Mane, that tea she made… shit was good though,” Von admitted, making Dorian laugh.

“Sorry, Voni. I had to. I couldn’t sit in that house another minute,” she said unapologetically.

“Whatever,” Von grumbled. “What you need?”

“HackintoAriel’ssecuritysystem.Gateandinside.Deleteall footage of us arriving. Clean, no traces.”

They could already hear Von’s fingers flying across the keys.

“What about the fat nigga at the gate?” he asked mid-type.

“I’llhandlehisass,”Hassansaidbluntly.“Keepyourearsopen. Call if anything moves.”

He hung up and looked at Dorian. “You ready?”

“Ready to kill this bitch… and get my sister back,” Dorian said, jaw tight, eyes locked.

Hassan gave a nod. Cold. Calculated. Deadly. “Let’s work.”

They stepped out of the car—Dorian heading to the front door, Hassan disappearing around the back. Von had already hacked into the surveillance system; the only eyes watching were his. When Dorian rang the bell, it took a minute before the door opened, revealing Ariel in a scarf and oversized tee, her face full of sleep and suspicion. But the second her eyes landed on Dorian, confusion turned to fear.

“Dorian... wh-what are you doing here?” Ariel asked, glancing over her shoulder like she expected someone else to be behind her.

Dorian forced a sweet smile, every word she spoke scraping against her pride. “I know it’s late. I was in the neighborhood, saw your place... figured it was time we talk.”

Ariel blinked, hesitant. “Oh... okay. Come in.”

Inside, Dorian noticed the damn near empty living room. Boxes stacked high. Wall art wrapped. Furniture covered like it was waiting to be hauled off.

“You moving?” Dorian asked, scanning the space.

“Not just moving. Leaving. There’s nothing left here for me and the baby. Braxton wants us to have a fresh start.”

Dorian clenched her jaw at the mention of his name. “Still with him, huh.”

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