“No problem, ma’am. I’ll handle everything on our side. But you need to get that tracker out. It’s the only way this works.”
I exhaled slowly. Finally, a bit of relief. “Alright. I’ll wait for your signal—”
“Harmony.”
His voice hit me like a gunshot. I turned. Hakeem stood by the door, watching me. Eyes sharp. Face unreadable.
I hung up immediately, slipped the phone behind me, heart thudding against my ribs.
He stepped closer, gaze locked on me like a hunter.
“Who the hell you waitin’ on, huh?” he asked, voice quiet but full of warning.
I didn’t get the chance to answer. His hand was on my throat, tight. Not enough to choke me yet, but the message was clear. I wasn’t the one in control here.
“You trying to run again?” he muttered, his mouth too close. “What is it this time? Another man? Or you just gonna fake your own damn death again and think I’ll let it slide twice?”
I gasped, “I told you—I was waiting for Aziel. He doesn’t know where the ceremony is. He’s just a kid.”
His grip loosened, but his eyes didn’t soften.
Then, without a word, he dragged me in.
His mouth crushed against mine, hard and cruel. There was no tenderness. No care.