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ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯ 'Gangsta,' Kehlani🎶🎧
Author's Pov "What's the matter, Armani? You've been acting off every since you got here. I can't help you unless you tell me the problem," Ivy said, letting out a weary sigh as she ran a damp hand across her face. She looked up at Armani, who stood motionless in front of the bathroom mirror. Ivy had been unwinding in the hot tub, seeking relief from a long day on her feet. Armani's behavior had shifted ever since she arrived at Ivy's place, slipping in through the garage using the lock-picking skills she had before they became involved.
Ivy had a strange feeling that something wasn't right, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was. She observed Armani as her eyes darkened from beneath the black hoodie she had pulled over her head. Then, without a word, Armani grabbed a stool from the side and placed it directly in front of Ivy, next to the tub. "I relapsed," Armani finally mumbled. Ivy felt her heart sink as a heavy silence filled the room. She knew exactly what Armani meant by that, realizing that it had been quite some time since she last targeted someone.
"What happened? You can tell me," Ivy urged, sitting up in the tub to turn off the tap and letting the water start to drain. She wasn't bothered by her body becoming more visible as the water level dropped; Armani had seen her in all states of dress and undress, so that was the least of her worries right now. Armani's leg was bouncing non-stop as she sat on the stool.
Ivy reached out with a damp hand and gently took hold of Armani's, not caring in the slightest about getting Armani's clothes wet, and nor did Armani care. "I felt that my money was being played with, and I was right. B-but once I pulled out my gun, I didn't finish. I couldn't. It felt like it's been so long since I last done it and it's making me feel like I'm levitating now," Armani, clearly distressed, explained her situation, her voice trembling with anxiety.
She avoided making eye contact with Ivy, afraid that Ivy would be disgusted with her. As Armani spoke, Ivy furrowed her eyebrows in concern, trying to understand the depth of Armani's distress. her mind stopping at the part where Armani mentioned she didn't finish the job.
"You didn't finish where you left off? What's your next move—" Ivy halted mid-sentence, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "Armani, if you left things unresolved, where does that leave the man in question? Did you just leave him there?" Ivy asked, her eyes locking onto Armani with a trace of skepticism.
"I didn't move him yet. He's still there, unconscious," Armani's shrugged, sending a wave of dismay through Ivy once again. Ivy then rose from the bath, emerging one foot after the other, while Armani reached for the towel resting on the countertop and offered it to her. Accepting the towel, Ivy began patting herself dry, her mind racing to formulate an appropriate reply.
"So, what's your strategy? You can't simply ignore the situation. Where did you even leave him?" Ivy murmured, picking up the bottle of Dove lotion from the counter and handing it to Armani to help apply it to her skin.
