“Hey,” Armani’s voice comes over the line, “I just sent you a message.” “I need help.” The words rush from me, my voice tight with panic. “God, I don’t know what to do. I think I screwed up badly.” My voice strains as tears push to my eyes, and my emotions spiral out of control. “I don’t know what to do,” I gasp as I start to run. “Tiana, where are you?” His voice is filled with a world of danger, and there’s no sign of the gentleman I got to know last weekend. “I’m running toward the city,” I say breathlessly. “What are you running from?” I hear movement on Armani’s end. “I’m coming to you.”
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