Page 58 of Rose
“You’re not my man,” she said flatly, ignoring the weight of his last sentence.
“Not yet,” he replied, dark eyes burning. “Now open the video.”
Still eyeing him warily, she unlocked her phone and tapped the encrypted message. Her thumb hovered over it for a beat—then she pressed play.
The screen lit up with the man from the barbershop—the one who’d disrespected her. But now, he looked nothing like the cocky fool from the other night.
He was on the floor. Shaking. Bullet holes in both of his feet, blood pooling beneath him, voice trembling as he stammered an apology.
She couldn’t tell what made her stomach turn more—watching him bleed out, the quiver in his voice… or the calm, menacing tone behind the camera. Savior’s voice.
He didn’t have to be seen. His presence was laced in every second of the video.
But it was the name the man said just before the video abruptly cut—“I’m sorry, Ahzii Carter…”
Her heart slammed.
The screen went black. The message vanished. Gone.
She stared at the blank phone screen, jaw clenched.
“Ahzii Carter?” she muttered, voice low, almost to herself. “That isnotmy name.”
Savior’s laugh was dark and low. “Again… not yet.”
His eyes flicked from hers to her mouth like he was imagining what her lips might taste like.
“You’re fucking crazy,” she snapped, voice rising with disbelief. “Youreallydid that shit because his ego was hurt?”
“No.”
His expression didn’t waver. “I did it because he disrespectedmylady. My future wife.”
That word—wife—hit her chest like a fist.
The ring rested against her skin, nestled in the chain she always wore. She instinctively touched it, heart tightening as the grief rose like a slow tide.
She belonged tooneman. And he was gone.
Before she could tell him that—before she could put up that wall again—Savior turned away.
“I need to head out,” he said coolly, grabbing his keys like he hadn’t just delivered a death threat wrapped in romance. “And you’re no longer fucking with that inconsiderate fuck nigga upstairs.”
Ahzii mugged hard, but her body was too exhausted to argue like she wanted to.
“Nigga,fuck you.I’m a grown-ass woman. I fuck withwhoI want,whenI want.”
Savior turned and gave her a look that sent a chill through her bones. Cold. Unblinking. Possessive.
“See you soon,Allure,” he said with a wink.
Then he was gone.
Just like that.
She rushed to the back door, heart pounding, eyes scanning the yard. But there was no sign of him.
Kiyan’s backyard was locked in, surrounded by tall fencing and concrete walls. It would take anyone else a few minutes to scale it.
