Page 57 of Rose
Ahzii gave him a hard stare, like she hadn’t just been scared shitless seconds ago.
“Talk aboutwhat?”
The attitude in her tone was sharp enough to slice, and her arms folded over her chest like armor.
Savior chuckled, gaze unapologetically trailing over her from head to toe.
She was unlike anyone he’d ever seen—beauty sculpted by pain. Every tattoo on her skin told a story, but it was the one inked on her neck that haunted him. She didn’t even realize the power she held over him, and that fucked with him in ways he didn’t have words for.
But somehow, it felt right.
“A nigga disrespected you yesterday.”
Ahzii sighed, unimpressed. “What about him?”
“He fucked up doing that shit.”
She held his stare like it didn’t shake her—but it did. He could see it, even if she tried to bury it. Her fear had a heartbeat.
“I don’t need a man trying to protect me.”
Her voice was steady, but her words were a challenge.
Savior rubbed a hand over his beard, the corner of his mouth lifting. Then he looked her dead in the eyes—and what she saw in his gaze stole the breath from her chest.
“But I’ll kill for you.”
She inhaled sharply, and for the first time, looked away.
“I don’t need anyone killing for me either,John Wick,” she shot back, her sarcasm thick.
“Alluringandgot a sense of humor,” he murmured, studying her like she was some celestial anomaly.
She was everything—rage, restraint, beauty, and bitterness all folded into one. And the hollowness in her eyes told him the truth: she wasn’t just wounded—she wasgoneinside.
“Look,” she said, standing straighter, “you chose the wrong girl to wanna kill for. You can’t kill for someone who’s already dead. Save yourself the time and trouble.”
She turned to walk away. But he grabbed her arm, not rough—but firm—and pulled her gently back, placing her against the wall again.
He stared at her like she was the only thing real in a world full of ghosts.
Savior had stared death in the eyes a hundred times. Fought men twice her size. But this woman? This dead-inside, steel-spined, soft-skinned force of nature?
She was the most dangerous thing he’d ever faced.
“Too late,Allure,” he said, voice low and final. “I sent something to your phone. Watch the video.”
Her heart stuttered. She’d forgotten she even brought her phone downstairs.
She looked down at it—there it was, screen lit with a notification.
“You don’t have my number,” she said, voice faltering for the first time. “How did you—”
Savior leaned in, tilting her chin with two fingers.
“Second thing you should know about your man…” his tone was deliberate, smug. “There’s no one—andnothing—I can’t reach if I want it. I foundyou,didn’t I?”
Ahzii rolled her eyes, but it didn’t hide the fact that her pulse was thudding in her throat.
