Page 64 of I See You

Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked toward it, slow, purposeful. The tension in the room shifted, thickened, suffocating them both. Braxton followed her movements, his body shifting, his voice desperate, scrambling for anything to hold onto.

"I know I fucked up, Sevyn. I was overwhelmed with this case, and I couldn’t come to you because of lawyer-client shit. But I needed an escape, and you were working a lot. Ariel was there."

Her fingers wrapped around the bat, its weight familiar, solid, powerful in her hands.

His voice blurred in the background, excuses spilling from his mouth like he could somehow explain away the knife he stabbed into her back. Ariel was there? What the fuck did that even mean? She was there because they both wanted her to be. They both plotted, both waited for the moment Sevyn was too distracted with work to see what was happening behind her back.

She turned the bat in her hands, gripping it tighter.

SevynturnedtoBraxton,andthesecondtheireyesmet,shesaw fearflash across his face. He saw the redness in her eyes, the way the tears streamed down her face in an unforgiving waterfall. Every drop burned her skin, but nothing was hotter than the fire inside her, the rage clawing at her chest, suffocating her, demanding an outlet.

"I still love you, Sevyn. I still want to be with you." Braxton’s voice wavered, his tone desperate, pleading, like words could fix what he had done.

Sevyn stepped forward, the bat hanging loosely in her grip, but her movements were calculated.

Braxton shut up immediately.

She could see it in his eyes—the uncertainty, the realization that he no longer controlled the situation.

"You love me?" Her voice was eerily calm, too smooth, too soft, but the fire beneath it was undeniable.

"Yes, baby. I do, very much." He nodded, his eyes flickering between her face and the bat.

She walked toward the glass-covered basketballs, her grip on the bat tightening. Braxton’s breath hitched. Those signed basketballs were his prized possessions.

"More than these?" she asked, her voice still polite, still too damn calm.

Braxton shifted uncomfortably, hesitation creeping into his face.

The pause made her snap. With one hard swing, the bat shattered the first glass case. The ball hit the floor, rolling across the office like a discarded memory.

"Sevyn, what the fuck!" Braxton yelled, eyes wide as he took a step toward her.

"You love me, right? But you fucked my best friend." The words dripped with venom as she swung again, shattering another case.

Braxton flinched, his body tensing as the sound of shattering glass echoed through the office. He needed to stop her. Sevyn never crashed out like this, never let emotions take her over, and he knew he had pushed her too far.

"Sevyn, stop, mane!" He took a step forward, but the second he moved, she turned on him, the bat pointed directly at his dick.

"Take another fucking step, I swing this bitch at your dick." Her voice was calm, but her eyes were wild.

Braxton froze. He knew she wasn’t playing.

"Speaking of dicks," Sevyn’s voice dropped into something cold, sharp, something that dug into him like a blade. "I should've shot that bitch when I had the chance."

Another swing. More shattering glass.

A trophy toppled from the shelf, crashing to the floor, breaking intopieces.Onlyoneballremained.Hisfavoriteone.TheKobe Bryant ball. His most prized out of the entire collection.

Braxton’s chest rose and fell, his hands trembling at his sides. His entire body stilled, because he knew what was coming next.

"Look, I'm sorry, Sevyn!" Braxton pleaded now, his voice urgent, his hands raised slightly like that would somehow stop her.

Sevyn stood over the last glass box, the bat firm in her grip.

"Oh, you’re right, you are!" A small smile curved her lips, but the redness in her eyes, the tear-streaked face—none of it softened. The rage still burned.

"Sorry piece of shit."

---