“Yo—”
“I saw you first, you know. You were supposed to be mine, but like with everything else, you gravitated toward Cash. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t stand you at first. She was a bitch to you. I was always nice. I love you, Sav. Can’t you see that?”
The entire time she spoke, Savio had his eyes closed as he tried counting to ten . . . slowly. Everything in him wanted to punch her ass in the damn throat for disrespecting both him and her sister like this, but how could he explain that to Cashmere?
Savio’s temper was out of this world when it got to that point, and he was damn near at that point, but he knew he couldn’t take it there. Not with Ivoree. She was too fragile. Cashmere cared too much about her.
“I need you to get up off me,” Savio finally said in an even and steady voice. When he opened his eyes, he was startled. Ivoree smiled at him, but tears streamed down her face as she gazed at him like she tried to memorize every one of his features.
It clicked for him at that moment. Ivoree was obsessed with him. Like, certifiably obsessed. Not like the hos on the block that simply wanted a taste of him. Nah. Ivoree needed to be locked up in a damn psych ward with a straight jacket. Just looking into her empty eyes with tears flowing from them had him freaked out, and he didn’t get freaked out often.
“You . . . want me . . . to get off you?” She said it slowly as her head tilted to the side eerily. The manic laugh that escaped her gave him chills. “Okay, Sav. Okay.” She whispered the last words so low Savio almost didn’t hear her. He watched as she slowly got off him, naked as the day she was born. He quickly stood tohis feet and tried to make a hasty exit, but Ivoree’s deadly calm voice halted him. “I wouldn’t, if I were you.”
He slowly turned to look at her and shook his head when he noticed her reaching under one of the cushions of the couch and brandishing a gun.
“Fuck,” he muttered. His heart rate picked up, but he remained cool as a cucumber on the inside, now knowing that this was life or death, and by any means necessary, he would come out on the side of the living.
Cashmere puther finger up to her lips as she looked at Twizz. They had just gotten into the house and were about to walk past the living room when she heard Savio’s and Ivoree’s voices.
Her brows pulled in as she listened to Ivoree question Savio on why he wasn’t nice to her and then she confessed his love for him, something Cashmere hadn’t even had the balls to do yet.
“What the fuck?” she whispered so quietly she doubted Twizz even heard her.
Her mind reeled. The feminine voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to her sister. The jealousy that dripped from her tone when she spoke of Cashmere hurt. Never in a million years would Cashmere have thought Ivoree would be jealous of her. Ivoree was the one who had a chance at a normal life. She was the one who had only ever had to sit back and exist. As far as Cashmere was concerned, Ivoree never had to work a day in her life. She never had to doanythingbut be pretty and swipe her damn credit card. There would never be a time when Cashmerewould understand the jealousy. If anything, she should be jealous of Ivoree. Ivoree was the one who had the brains and the goals to help people in the world. All Cashmere had ever been good at was stealing from people and spotting an expensive diamond. Cashmere would have traded her life for Ivoree’s in a heartbeat.
Anger flashed within Cashmere, and suddenly, everything everyone had been trying to tell her about Ivoree over the last few weeks clicked for her. Ivoree sounded unstable. She sounded unwell. She sounded downright ungrateful.
Tears formed in Cashmere’s eyes as the anger slipped, and guilt overtook her. She immediately blamed herself.How could I have missed this?
She was so lost in her spiraling thoughts that she missed the sound of movement in the room before she heard Savio’s deep voice capture her attention.
“Put the gun down, Ivoree.”
Gun?
“Precious. Call me Precious like you call her,” Ivoree demanded.
“What the fuck?” Cashmere said for the second time in less than a minute. She made a move to step into the living room, but Twizz had already pushed her aside and made his entrance.
His gun was drawn, and Cashmere’s breath caught in her throat. The situation had gone from confusing to deadly way too quickly.
“Put the gun down,” Twizz said in a firm tone.
Cashmere was relieved that he took the time to try to talk Ivoree down. She understood that went against everything he was trained to do. There was no doubt in her mind that Savio had trained him to shoot first and ask questions later.
Cashmere watched in horror as Ivoree gasped in surprise and then gunshots rang out. Twizz dropped as blood pooled athis feet. Cashmere screamed and dropped to his side. He didn’t deserve this.
“What did you do, Vee? What did you do?” Cashmere screamed.
Savio’s jaw clenched, but he remained still, though Cashmere knew he wanted to see about Twizz. Cashmere’s eyes fell back on Twizz, and her hands found the hole in his side. She put pressure on it as her heart beat rapidly.
Ivoree placed both her hands on her head as she shook it, the gun still gripped tightly in her hand. “What did I do?Youdid this.”
Cashmere chanced a glance up at Ivoree, and this time, the gun was pointed right at her.
“The fuck are you doing, Vee? I’m your fuckin’ sister. The fuck is going on?” Cashmere cried out. She wanted to lunge at Ivoree and beat the shit out of her, but she refrained. Something told her if she did that, she would be on the floor leaking right next to Twizz.
“Fuck being sisters. Fuck you,” Ivoree screeched.
