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“Which one, Allure?” Savior asked casually, like he was offering gum, not a six-figure whip.
“Any one?” she said, barely blinking.
He nodded. “Whichever one you want.”
Her eyes landed on the sky-blue Bentley Continental GT parked in the corner, shining like something dipped in heaven’s gloss.
She pointed. “That one.”
Savior turned, retrieved the keys without hesitation, and handed them to her. Ahzii couldn’t contain her excitement—she skipped, hopped, and bounced toward the car, his oversized sweats hugging her just right.
“Damn, Allure,” Savior said behind her, eyes locked in. “That ass move like water. And fat as fuck in my pants. Do you have on panties?”
She looked over her shoulder with a smirk. “No, but this ass is fat inanypants. With or without panties.”
He licked his lips. “Oh, I know.”
He followed, meeting her at the door. Before she could slide in, he grabbed her and pulled her close, hands palming her ass with a sharp smack that made her gasp.
“I wanted to ask you this last night,” Ahzii said, glancing around the mansion, her arms folded as she leaned against hands on her back. “After seeing this beautiful place—what do you really do, Savior? Because Iknowbeing a mechanic ain’t affording this big-ass house or your own private beach. Look at all these damn cars.”
Savior let out a low chuckle, one of those deep-in-the-chest laughs that saidyou think you’re ready, but you’re not.
“I get rid of the bad guys,” he said, still smiling.
Ahzii narrowed her eyes and folded her arms tighter. “I’m not a child, Savior. Be real with me.”
His smirk didn’t budge, but his grip on her waist tightened slightly.
“You said you work for a dangerous family,” she continued, her tone more serious now. “And Olivia gave me pieces—little hints of what you do outside of fixing and wrapping cars. But she didn’t give me the full picture. And I know damn well it ain’t some superhero vigilante story.”
Savior looked down at her, the teasing in his expression dimming into something more weighted. He studied her for a moment, like he was trying to decide how much truth she could carry.
Then, in that calm, chilling way of his, he said, “One day, I’ll show you all of me.”
She held his gaze, searching for cracks, for clues—but he didn’t give her anything else.
And somehow, that answer was more revealing than if he’d spelled it all out.
She nodded slowly, her gut twisting with questions. She knew that was all she was getting right now.
But her mind was already racing, wondering what exactly she’d signed herself up for.
Because whatever Savior really was…
She was already in too deep.
“Am I gonna see you again?” he asked low, serious now. His tone stripped bare of games.
She met his gaze, chuckling despite the knot in her chest. “Yeah. I gotta bring your car back, don’t I?”
He squeezed her ass harder, making her whimper. “You know what the fuck I meant, Allure.”
Her smirk faded. “Yes, Savior. It’s not like I can hit up another man. You madedamnsure of that.”
“Damn right,” he said, brushing his lips against hers. “I’ll kill to see this allure again.”
Their kiss was brief but deep, like a promise sealed in silence. When she finally slipped into the driver's seat, adjusting it for her height, she grinned.
