Page 92 of I See You

She swallowed hard. "Okay… just let me talk to my parents," she said softly, hearing her name being called in the background.

Hassan hung up without another word.

Sevyn squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, inhaling deeply before turning and heading back inside.

The second she stepped through the door, her gaze landed on Dorian, who was leaning against the wall, furiously typing on her phone, her jaw clenched tight. Across the room, her mother stood over her father, tending to his bruised knuckles.

Her stomach dropped when she noticed the small splatters of blood on the dining room floor.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended, yet it carried through the heavy silence.

Trina glanced at her but continued wrapping Steven’s hand. "Braxton wasn’t trying to leave, so your father took matters into his own hands, even though I told him not to," she said, irritation laced in her tone.

Sevyn’s chest tightened with guilt. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She came here to be honest, to finally tell the truth about her and Braxton, and now it had spiraled completely out of control.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking. Steven and Trina both looked up at her.

"You have nothing to apologize for," her mother assured her, pulling her into a warm embrace. "We should have asked you before inviting him here. I just wish you had told us about the breakup sooner."

Sevyn exhaled shakily, gripping onto her mother a little tighter. "I know, but I was afraid of… this." She gestured around the room, taking in the remnants of chaos. Maybe if she had been upfront from the beginning, she could have avoided all of this.

Her father’s deep voice cut through her thoughts.

"That nigga better not come near me again." His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but the promise in his voice was chilling. "And he better not come near you again."

Trina immediately scolded him to calm down, but Sevyn knew he meant every word.

She did too. And so did Hassan.

Sevyn sighed, feeling the weight of the night settling in as she turned back toward her parents. “We should get going, though. I’m sorry about all of this. I’ll call you both tomorrow,” she said softly, hugging them tightly.

Steven pulled back slightly, his sharp eyes scanning her face. “Who are these dangerous niggas he was talking about?” His voice was low, but the underlying concern was evident.

Before Sevyn could answer, Dorian beat her to it. “Nobody, Unc. That nigga just delusional and miserable.” Her tone was dismissive, firm, and Steven nodded, accepting her response, though his expression remained tight.

With final goodbyes exchanged, Sevyn and Dorian stepped outside, the cool air hitting them as they walked hand in hand toward the driveway. Sevyn’s gaze flickered to the blue Ferrari still parked in the shadows, exactly where it had been since she first spotted it.

She came to a stop and turned, handing her keys to Dorian. “Here, take my car and go home.”

Dorian’s brows furrowed as she looked at her skeptically. “And how are you getting home?”

Sevyn nodded toward the Ferrari behind her.

Dorianfollowedhergaze,hereyesnarrowingatthetinted- out windows. She couldn’t see inside, but she knew someone was watching. “Who the fuck is that?” she asked, her protective nature kicking in.

Sevyn inhaled deeply before answering. “Hassan,” she murmured like she was revealing a forbidden secret.

Dorian’s eyes widened slightly before a knowing smirk took over her face. “Ohh, so youarefucking with a dangerous-ass nigga?”

Sevyn rolled her eyes. “No. He’s just my client. I’ll leave the dangerous niggas to you.”

Dorian scoffed, laughing. “Bitch, please. Ain’t none of your other clients pulling up outside your parents’ house to pick you up. How the hell does he even know where they stay?”

Sevyn paused, frowning slightly. That was a good question. How did Hassan know?

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I’m going to find out.” She waved a hand dismissively. “And Hassan is just a client, Dorian. He doesn’t do office visits or scheduled appointments, so our sessions are a little unconventional.”

Dorian just laughed harder. “Yeah…whatever. Tell me how the dick is in the morning.” She shot Sevyn a wicked grin. “I’m about to go get some of my own, ‘cause after tonight, we both need it.”

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