Page 94 of I See You

“Send me the address,” he ordered, already pushing back from his desk.

“Bet. Just sent it.”

The call ended. Hassan grabbed his keys and was out the door in seconds, his Ferrari roaring to life as he sped through the city. His mind raced just as fast as the car, but his emotions? Cold. Calculated. The only thing sitting in his chest was irritation, a low-burning heat threatening to turn into something uncontrollable.

By the time he reached the location Von sent, he didn’t go inside right away. Instead, he parked a few houses down, the engine purring as he sat in the shadows. A blunt burned between his fingers, smoke curling around him as he forced himself to wait. To be patient.

But patience wasn’t something he had when it came to her.

He didn’t know why he was sitting outside her parents’ house like this. Why he cared that she was in the same room as Braxton. Why the thought of her being around that nigga made his blood boil.

But he did. And the longer Braxton stayed inside, the harder it was for Hassan to sit still.

His phone was already in his hand, his finger tapping against Sevyn’scontactbeforehecouldthinkbetterofit.Thephonerang.

And rang. And rang.

She wasn’t answering.

His grip tightened around the steering wheel, his jaw clenching as a wave of frustration hit him. He didn’t like waiting. Didn’t like feeling out of control. He was two seconds away from walking up to the door and dragging her out his damn self—fuck whoever had something to say about it.

Then, finally, she picked up.

“Hey, Hassan. I can’t talk right now,” she said, her voice small, cracking at the edges like she was barely holding it together.

That was all it took.

A dark, dangerous heat settled in his chest. Whoever had her like this? Whoever made her sound this broken? He wanted them gone.

“Come outside, Sevyn,” he said, his voice low and controlled. A command, not a request.

“What?” She asked, disbelief laced in her tone.

He didn’t repeat himself. He didn’t have to. Because in the next second, he saw her step out from the back of the house, her eyes scanning the street until they landed on his car. She couldn’t see him through the tinted windows, but he saw everything. The way her body hesitated, the way her arms wrapped around herself, the way she was unraveling right in front of him.

Then his focus shifted. The front door swung open.Braxton stumbled out.His lip was split, blood trailing down his chin.

Interesting.

Hassan watched as Braxton rushed to his car, his movements frantic, his head swiveling like he was making sure no one else was coming for him. The moment he slammed the door shut and sped off, Hassan’s fingers twitched against the gear shift.

Every instinct told him to follow. To run that nigga off the road and make him regret every choice that led him here.

But then—“Hassan, I’m not leaving with you,” Sevyn’s voice pulled him back, her words laced with frustration. “My parents and Dorian are inside, and too much shit just went down.”

He exhaled through his nose, his patience wearing thin. She was always so damn stubborn.

Fine. He’d give her a choice.

“Either you go say goodbye to them and get in this car,” he said, his voice dropping into something lethal, something that left no room for argument, “or I chase after this nigga and kill him.”

Silence.

Even from inside the car, he saw her body tense, her arms dropping to her sides. She knew he wasn’t bluffing.

“Okay…” she finally murmured, her voice softer now. “Just let me talk tomy parents.”

A slow smirk spread across Hassan’s face. He hung up without another word. Now all he had to do was wait.

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