Page 95 of I See You

Hassan sat in the car, fingers drumming against the steering wheel as his patience started to thin. He didn’t like waiting. Didn’t like being out in the open like this. But the longer he waited, the more he realized—he wasn’t leaving without Sevyn.

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen before answering.

“Aye, nigga. We need to slide on this nigga Braxton. Dorian just told me what his bitch ass did,” Roman’s voice came through, sharp and heated.

Hassan smirked slightly. He already knew Roman was ready to kill something. “I know. I watched the shit unfold.”

There was silence before Roman’s tone dropped even lower, lethal. “Then let’s move on it now.”

Hassan exhaled through his nose. “Be patient, nigga. We gon’ get his ass, but we gotta be smart. The heat around him too hot with this trial.”

Roman huffed, clearly frustrated. “I hear you. But that nigga need to stop fuckin’ with my lady, though.”

Hassan chuckled at that. Dorian had Roman wrapped, even if he didn’t wanna admit it. She was as fiery as she was reckless, the only type of woman that could keep up with Roman’s energy.

Before he could say anything, Roman spoke up again. “Wait… what you mean you watched the shit unfold?”

Hassan clenched his jaw, realizing his slip-up. He could already hear the amusement creeping into Roman’s voice.

“I’m outside Sevyn’s parents’ house.” His voice was calm, nonchalant—like what he said wasn’t nothing.

Roman, however, wasn’t about to let that slide.

“Nigga out here playin’ superhero for his woman and shit,” Roman joked, laughter clear in his voice.

Hassan shook his head. “Ain’t even like that, mane.”

Roman wasn’t buying it. “Then why the fuck you there, then? I know your ass ain’t meetin’ the family.”

Before Hassan could respond, movement caught his eye. Sevyn had walked out of the house, Dorian right beside her. He watched as they exchanged a few words before hugging. Then, Sevyn turned and started walking toward his car.

Hassan hung up the phone without a word.

He didn’t need to hear Roman’s bullshit. He already knew that nigga was somewhere laughing his ass off.

Instead, his full attention was on Sevyn.

His eyes dragged over her as she approached—high-waisted jeans hugging her hips just right, a white sleeveless top that fit snug around her curves, showcasing the ink that covered her arm. Her long hair flowed down her back, catching the wind effortlessly. The rhythmic click of her heels against the pavement sent a slow pulse through his veins.

Damn.His dick twitched at the sight of her.

She was beautiful—more than that, she wasdangerous. Because every time he looked at her, she had him feeling some shit he didn’t even wanna name.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to fight it anymore.

Sevyn slid into the car with a deep frown, her tear-streaked face and puffy eyes impossible to miss. The sight of it stirred something hot inside Hassan, but instead of letting his emotions take over— chasing after Braxton and ending things right then—he tightened his grip on the wheel and pressed the gas, speeding off into the night.

The silence didn’t last long.

“Where are you taking me?” Sevyn asked, her voice sharp, demanding answers.

Hassan ignored her, his gaze locked on the road.

“Hassan.” She tried again, her patience thinning, but once again, no response.

Her stubbornness was something he found both frustrating and oddly amusing. He knew she wouldn’t let up easily, but he had already told her to ride in silence, and he meant that shit.

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