Page 212 of I See You

Pop!Another body hit the floor—one of Braxton’s men, chest riddled, lifeless.

"Shoot back!" Braxton roared, dropping to the ground.

Sevyn's breath stuttered in her throat. She didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t see past the dark corners of the hangar, but she knew this wasn’t part of Braxton’s plan. Fear seized her chest. She was frozen, exposed, helpless.

The lights cut off—total blackness. Panic.

"Get them niggas!" Braxton yelled, scrambling for her. He yanked her from the truck with zero care, like she was just a rag doll.

Gunfire erupted—loud, chaotic, relentless. The echo of bullets rang off the walls as Braxton dug into his jacket, pulled out a syringe, and stabbed it into her side.

Sevyncriedoutsoftly,hervoicetoohoarse,herbodytoofar gone to fight. More drugs. More poison in her veins. Her arms went completely slack as Braxton slung her over his shoulder like luggage.

Tears streaked down her cheeks as she watched—watched his men fall one by one. Shot down in cold blood.

In that moment... a twisted part of her wished one of those bullets foundher. Because death felt like peace compared to what waited for her on that plane. That wish died the second Braxton made it onto the jet—unscathed.

“Close the fucking doors!” he barked at a man dressed in all black with a ski mask covering his face. The hangar was still draped in shadows, and Braxton was too panicked to realize the man he was shouting at wasn’t one of his own.

He tossed Sevyn into a leather seat like she weighed nothing. Her body slammed against the armrest and a broken groan tore from her throat, pain flooding through every inch of her.

“Take this fucking plane off! Now!” he roared toward the cockpit— but no response came.

Braxton stormed down the aisle, disappearing toward the cockpit, shouting threats.

That’swhenshefeltit—apresencebesideher.Cold.Controlled.

Familiar.

The masked man who’d helped Braxton board the plane now knelt beside her. Under the dim blue light above, she could just make out smooth, deep brown skin and a pair of eyes locked on her like she was everything.

Fear rose in her chest. Her mouth parted to scream—until those lips crushed into hers. Soft. Full. Known.

The second Hassan kissed her, she melted. Her tears fell freely, and for once, they weren’t from fear. They were warm, grateful tears. She sobbed silently into his lips.

“I’m here, baby,” Hassan whispered, pulling back to look into her face.

“San…” she breathed, barely able to get his name out before her body seized—hard. Her limbs shook violently as foam began spilling from her lips.

“No, no, no—baby, stay with me!” Hassan panicked, catching her as her body convulsed against him.

“Get her to the hospital! Now!” he barked, handing her over to Von, who was already unmasking and moving.

Von didn’t hesitate. He rushed her off the jet, carrying her limp, seizing body through the black haze of gun smoke and sirens toward the getaway SUV.

Dorian threw open the back door before Von could even call out. “OhmyGod,what’swrongwithher!?”Doriancriedout,voice trembling as she slid across the seat to make room.

“She’s in shock—she’s OD’ing or poisoned, I don’t know. Get her to the fucking hospital, Dori! Now!” Von shouted, his voice breaking. HeslammedthedoorbehindherandDoriantoreoff,tires screaming,blowingthroughthehangargateswithSevynconvulsing in the backseat—her body broken, but still breathing.

AndforHassan,thatwasenough.Shewasalive.AndBraxton?

Braxton was about to die.

Braxton finally reached the cockpit—and nearly collapsed.

The pilot’s head was slumped forward, his brains painted across the windshield, a single bullet clean through his skull. Blood dripped like slow syrup, thick and red. Braxton spun around, gagged, and threw up.

Wiping his mouth with a trembling hand, he glanced to the co- pilot seat—and froze.

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