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Sevyn shook her head, exasperated but amused. “Well, get enough for the both of us,” she quipped. “And please have my car back at my place in one piece.”

Dorian rolled her eyes but smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be getting just as much as I am. But go, before that nigga gets impatient. Something about hood niggas and waiting—it’s like they physically can’t do it.”

Sevyn chuckled as they embraced one last time. “Bye, Dori.” “Bye, Sevyn,” Dorian teased before heading toward Sevyn’s car. Sevyn took a deep breath, then turned toward the Ferrari, walking towardit with purpose. She could already feel his presence through the tinted glass. Her hand hovered over the handle for a brief moment before she opened the door and slid inside.

Whatever happened next… she wasn’t ready.

Sevyn sank into the plush leather seat of Hassan’s Ferrari, the hum of the engine vibrating beneath her. He didn’t waste a second before pulling off, speeding away from her parents’ house like he had somewhere urgent to be. Her pulse quickened as she turned to him, their eyes meeting briefly before he refocused on the road. Even in the dim lighting of the car, she caught the sharp clench of his jaw when he saw her tear-streaked face, her puffy eyes giving away the emotions she hadn't had time to conceal.

She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. Everything had happened so fast—her confrontation with Braxton, her father losing his temper, and now Hassan pulling up out of nowhere like he had a radar on her every move.

“How do you know where my parents live? Or that I was even there?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence in the car like a blade.

Hassan glanced at her before returning his attention to the road, his grip on the steering wheel firm. He let the question hang in the air for a moment, his silence only adding to her irritation.

“I’m tracking that nigga Braxton,” he finally said, his voice calm, cold—like what he just admitted was the most natural thing in the world.

Sevyn swallowed, processing his words. She didn't even need to ask why—she already knew. Braxton had been poking his nose where it didn’t belong, playing a game he had no business being in. If he wasn’t careful, Hassan wouldn’t just track him—he’d bury him. But at this point, she wasn’t sure she cared.

“That still doesn’t explain why you showed up at my parents’ house. Or why the hell I’m sitting in your passenger seat right now,” she snapped, crossing her arms.

Hassan didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even spare her a glance this time. He just kept driving, the streetlights casting sharp shadows across his face.

“Sevyn, just sit back and ride in silence,” he said, his voice still calm, but there was an edge of finality to it.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t work for you, Hassan. I don’t have to do shit you say.”

Hestilldidn’treact—justkepthisgazelockedahead,thecar gliding through the darkened streets like a predator moving in silence. “Yet you been doing everything I say since I met you,” he finally murmured, his voice even, unreadable.

Her breath hitched slightly, her fingers curling in her lap. That statement shouldn’t have gotten under her skin the way it did. She opened her mouth, ready to argue—but nothing came out.Damn him. Because he wasn’t lying.

“Whatever, Hassan.” She huffed, shifting her focus back to the darkened road ahead. “Where are you taking me?”

The only response was the low rumble of the engine, the city lights blurring past them. His windows were tinted dark, and between that and the nighttime sky, she could barely make out their surroundings. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust her vision, but her contacts weren’t doing her any favors.

“Hassan,” she tried again, her patience wearing thin. Nothing.

Her jaw clenched, her fingers twitching against her thigh. “Fine, bruh. Just know Dorian have my location, and my father does not play when it comes to me. So tread lightly,” she warned, her voice carrying a bite.

The only response was a low chuckle from Hassan, deep and quiet, like she had just amused him.

Sevyn exhaled sharply, frustration curling in her chest. He wasn’t going to tell her shit. And it was pissing her off.

She sank deeper into the seat, her nerves settling in as she looked out the window at the blurred city passing them by.

Where the hell was Hassan taking her?

Chapter 12

(A little earlier)

Hassan sat in his office at the casino, his eyes glued to the computer screen as he reviewed the latest security reports. Business was running smoothly—money flowing in, no hiccups in operations— but the second Von’s name flashed across his phone, he knew it was something worth his attention.

He answered on the first ring.

“Braxton moving again,” Von informed him, his voice sharp and to the point. Hassan wasn’t surprised; that nigga had been sniffing around places he had no business being. But what made him pause, what made his grip tighten on the phone, was Von’s next words.

“He just pulled up to Sevyn’s parents’ house. And she’s there.” Hassan didn’t even think.

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