Page 66 of Rose
“You are not my man,” she reminded him. “More like my stalker.”
“You pulled up to my place of business. But I’m the stalker?” he replied, cocking a brow.
“I didn’t know this was your place,” she shot back. “But you? You broke into a man’s house just to see me. That’s textbook stalking, dumbass.”
He laughed darkly, that maddening grin still curling at the corners of his lips. “And I hope you listened to what I told you that night too.”
She rolled her eyes so hard her head tilted with it. “Can you move, please? I’ll figure out the damn tire in the morning.”
“It’s too low for that. You’ll ruin the rim or end up on the side of the road. Let me fix the tire,” he said, voice lower now, less arrogant, more serious. “It’s late. You stubborn, but you not stupid.”
She stared at him for a moment, hands tight on the wheel. He was right, and she knew it. The tire was damn near flat to the rim. A few more miles and she'd be riding on sparks.
With a long sigh, she shut off the engine and stepped out.
“Fine,” she muttered. “But no funny business. Just fix the damn tire so I can go home. I’m tired.”
Savior smirked. But inside, he was buzzing—because she didn’t leave.
She stayed.
Savior drove her matte black AMG into the garage and slid it onto the lift, letting the machine slowly raise the car until it hovered above their heads. Ahzii stood off to the side, tapping distractedly at her phone, while Ace laid at her feet, alert and unmoving—his own kind of warning sign.
“How old is Ace?” Savior asked, grabbing a wrench.
“One,” she answered without looking up, her voice dry. She wasn’t doing anything on her phone—just pretending. It was easier than letting herself watch the way his muscles flexed every time he moved.
Savior nodded, unfazed. “What do you do for a living?”
Ahzii glanced up and hit him with a glare. “I’m sure you already know—since you stalk me.”
He chuckled under his breath, unfazed. “I do know, but not from stalking. My brother told me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “So now you got your family doing recon for you too?”
“Nah,” he said, still calm, still cool. “Sin and Mazi are close. Best friend shit. I was talkin’ about you, and he already knew who you were.”
Ahzii nodded slowly, things clicking. “That makes a lot of sense now.”
“What?”
“You two look just alike. Didn’t notice it before. Y’all act the same, too—crazy and obsessed. Just like Sin is about Taylor. So I guess delusion runs in the family.”
Savior grinned as he grabbed the new tire. “Crazy? Yeah. Delusional? Nah. We just know what we want and don’t stop until it’s ours.”
Ahzii couldn’t help but glance up from her screen, eyes trailing the way his biceps flexed as he handled the heavy tire like it weighed nothing.
“You don’t know me well enough to say you want me,” she shot back, defensive.
“I don’t need to know you to want you,” he said simply, never taking his eyes off his task.
Then, casually, like he wasn’t dropping a bomb, he asked, “So why you still fuckin’ that basketball nigga?”
She stiffened. “That basketball nigga got a name.”
“Yeah,” Savior said, tightening a bolt, “and it’s gonna be on a tombstone soon if you keep fuckin’ him.”
Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide. “You don’t run me. Who the fuck are you to tell me who I can sleep with?”
