Chapter 11 #5
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, brAXTON!” Dorian screamed, her body still thrashing against Steven’s grip.
Trina stepped in, trying to regain control of the situation, but it was too late. Sevyn couldn’t take another second in that room.
She turned on her heel, shoving past them, needing air, space— anything but this. She pushed through the back door, stepping into the cool night, her body trembling as everything she had been holding in for weeks crashed down on her all at once.
Inside, she could still hear the chaos unfolding. Braxton’s desperate, pathetic attempts to plead his case. Dorian’s venom-laced words, calling him everything but a child of God. Steven’s unwavering, lethal silence. Trina’s frantic voice, trying to diffuse a bomb that had already gone off.
Sevyn squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her hands against her temples, willing herself to drown out the noise. To breathe.
But just as she exhaled, her phone buzzed in her palm. She looked down.
Hassan. For the third time tonight.
She exhaled heavily before finally answering. "Hey, Hassan. I can't talk right now," she said, trying to mask the crack in her voice, but it was useless.
Silence stretched between them for a moment before his deep, controlled voice cut through the phone.
"Come outside, Sevyn."
Her body went still. "What?" she asked, disbelief lacing her tone as she instinctively walked toward the front of the house.
She caught sight of Braxton finally getting into his car and speeding off, but her attention drifted past him to the shiny blue Ferrari parked discreetly down the street. She didn’t need to guess who was inside. She already knew.
"Hassan, I'm not leaving with you. My parents and Dorian are inside, and too much shit just went down," she argued, trying to establish some control. But with Hassan, control was a myth.
"Either you go say goodbye to them and get in this car, or I chase after this nigga and kill him."
His voice was calm, unnervingly so, but Sevyn knew better. He was dead serious.
A shiver ran down her spine, not just from his words but from the realization that a part of her believed him. Knew he would do it .
She swallowed hard. "Okay… just let me talk to my parents," she said softly, hearing her name being called in the background.
Hassan hung up without another word.
Sevyn squeezed her eyes shut for a brief moment, inhaling deeply before turning and heading back inside.
The second she stepped through the door, her gaze landed on Dorian, who was leaning against the wall, furiously typing on her phone, her jaw clenched tight. Across the room, her mother stood over her father, tending to his bruised knuckles.
Her stomach dropped when she noticed the small splatters of blood on the dining room floor.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice softer than she intended, yet it carried through the heavy silence.
Trina glanced at her but continued wrapping Steven’s hand. "Braxton wasn’t trying to leave, so your father took matters into his own hands, even though I told him not to," she said, irritation laced in her tone.
Sevyn’s chest tightened with guilt. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She came here to be honest, to finally tell the truth about her and Braxton, and now it had spiraled completely out of control.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking. Steven and Trina both looked up at her.
"You have nothing to apologize for," her mother assured her, pulling her into a warm embrace. "We should have asked you before inviting him here. I just wish you had told us about the breakup sooner."
Sevyn exhaled shakily, gripping onto her mother a little tighter. "I know, but I was afraid of… this." She gestured around the room, taking in the remnants of chaos. Maybe if she had been upfront from the beginning, she could have avoided all of this.
Her father’s deep voice cut through her thoughts.
"That nigga better not come near me again." His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable, but the promise in his voice was chilling. "And he better not come near you again."
Trina immediately scolded him to calm down, but Sevyn knew he meant every word.
She did too. And so did Hassan.
Sevyn sighed, feeling the weight of the night settling in as she turned back toward her parents. “We should get going, though. I’m sorry about all of this. I’ll call you both tomorrow,” she said softly, hugging them tightly.
Steven pulled back slightly, his sharp eyes scanning her face. “Who are these dangerous niggas he was talking about?” His voice was low, but the underlying concern was evident .
Before Sevyn could answer, Dorian beat her to it. “Nobody, Unc. That nigga just delusional and miserable.” Her tone was dismissive, firm, and Steven nodded, accepting her response, though his expression remained tight.
With final goodbyes exchanged, Sevyn and Dorian stepped outside, the cool air hitting them as they walked hand in hand toward the driveway. Sevyn’s gaze flickered to the blue Ferrari still parked in the shadows, exactly where it had been since she first spotted it.
She came to a stop and turned, handing her keys to Dorian. “Here, take my car and go home.”
Dorian’s brows furrowed as she looked at her skeptically. “And how are you getting home?”
Sevyn nodded toward the Ferrari behind her.
Dorian followed her gaze, her eyes narrowing at the tinted- out windows. She couldn’t see inside, but she knew someone was watching. “Who the fuck is that?” she asked, her protective nature kicking in.
Sevyn inhaled deeply before answering. “Hassan,” she murmured like she was revealing a forbidden secret.
Dorian’s eyes widened slightly before a knowing smirk took over her face. “Ohh, so you are fucking with a dangerous-ass nigga?”
Sevyn rolled her eyes. “No. He’s just my client. I’ll leave the dangerous niggas to you.”
Dorian scoffed, laughing. “Bitch, please. Ain’t none of your other clients pulling up outside your parents’ house to pick you up. How the hell does he even know where they stay?”
Sevyn paused, frowning slightly. That was a good question. How did Hassan know?
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But I’m going to find out.” She waved a hand dismissively. “And Hassan is just a client, Dorian. He doesn’t do office visits or scheduled appointments, so our sessions are a little unconventional.”
Dorian just laughed harder. “Yeah…whatever. Tell me how the dick is in the morning.” She shot Sevyn a wicked grin. “I’m about to go get some of my own, ‘cause after tonight, we both need it.”
Sevyn shook her head, exasperated but amused. “Well, get enough for the both of us,” she quipped. “And please have my car back at my place in one piece.”
Dorian rolled her eyes but smiled. “I’m sure you’ll be getting just as much as I am. But go, before that nigga gets impatient. Something about hood niggas and waiting—it’s like they physically can’t do it.”
Sevyn chuckled as they embraced one last time.
“Bye, Dori.” “Bye, Sevyn,” Dorian teased before heading toward Sevyn’s car.
Sevyn took a deep breath, then turned toward the Ferrari, walking toward it with purpose.
She could already feel his presence through the tinted glass.
Her hand hovered over the handle for a brief moment before she opened the door and slid inside.
Whatever happened next… she wasn’t ready.
Sevyn sank into the plush leather seat of Hassan’s Ferrari, the hum of the engine vibrating beneath her.
He didn’t waste a second before pulling off, speeding away from her parents’ house like he had somewhere urgent to be.
Her pulse quickened as she turned to him, their eyes meeting briefly before he refocused on the road.
Even in the dim lighting of the car, she caught the sharp clench of his jaw when he saw her tear-streaked face, her puffy eyes giving away the emotions she hadn't had time to conceal.
She inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. Everything had happened so fast—her confrontation with Braxton, her father losing his temper, and now Hassan pulling up out of nowhere like he had a radar on her every move.
“How do you know where my parents live? Or that I was even there?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the silence in the car like a blade.
Hassan glanced at her before returning his attention to the road, his grip on the steering wheel firm. He let the question hang in the air for a moment, his silence only adding to her irritation.
“I’m tracking that nigga Braxton,” he finally said, his voice calm, cold—like what he just admitted was the most natural thing in the world.
Sevyn swallowed, processing his words. She didn't even need to ask why—she already knew. Braxton had been poking his nose where it didn’t belong, playing a game he had no business being in.
If he wasn’t careful, Hassan wouldn’t just track him—he’d bury him.
But at this point, she wasn’t sure she cared.
“That still doesn’t explain why you showed up at my parents’ house. Or why the hell I’m sitting in your passenger seat right now,” she snapped, crossing her arms.
Hassan didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even spare her a glance this time. He just kept driving, the streetlights casting sharp shadows across his face.
“Sevyn, just sit back and ride in silence,” he said, his voice still calm, but there was an edge of finality to it.
She scoffed, shaking her head. “I don’t work for you, Hassan. I don’t have to do shit you say.”
He still didn’t react—just kept his gaze locked ahead, the car gliding through the darkened streets like a predator moving in silence. “Yet you been doing everything I say since I met you,” he finally murmured, his voice even, unreadable .
Her breath hitched slightly, her fingers curling in her lap. That statement shouldn’t have gotten under her skin the way it did. She opened her mouth, ready to argue—but nothing came out. Damn him . Because he wasn’t lying.
“Whatever, Hassan.” She huffed, shifting her focus back to the darkened road ahead. “Where are you taking me?”
The only response was the low rumble of the engine, the city lights blurring past them.
His windows were tinted dark, and between that and the nighttime sky, she could barely make out their surroundings.
She blinked a few times, trying to adjust her vision, but her contacts weren’t doing her any favors.
“Hassan,” she tried again, her patience wearing thin. Nothing.
Her jaw clenched, her fingers twitching against her thigh. “Fine, bruh. Just know Dorian have my location, and my father does not play when it comes to me. So tread lightly,” she warned, her voice carrying a bite.
The only response was a low chuckle from Hassan, deep and quiet, like she had just amused him.
Sevyn exhaled sharply, frustration curling in her chest. He wasn’t going to tell her shit. And it was pissing her off.
She sank deeper into the seat, her nerves settling in as she looked out the window at the blurred city passing them by.
Where the hell was Hassan taking her?