You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 212

She dipped her head and laughed. I was curious to know what was so funny. Maybe I'd laugh too.

Then she looked back up, frowning. "Hold on, you're not joking?"

"Haven't added comedian to my profession."

"Void! How're we getting married? I mean—" she laughed again. "Oh, my God. You're actually serious."

She looked back at the building, then at me. "Well, this is insane. The nerves of you to think you can just bring me here to shop for our wedding. What wedding?"

She was making it sound like a joke. Something cracked in my head. It came with an almost overwhelming urge to grab her throat, slam her against the car and make her scream.

She must see the threat in my eyes because her smile collapsed instantly and she took a hurried step back.

Her hands flew up in agitation before slamming down at her sides "Y—You don't even know if I want to get married!"

"Why wouldn't you? We're spending the rest of our lives together. Might as well stamp it official."

"Void—"

"I don't really give a shit about some priest having the right to join us because no one has a fucking say about us. But from what I've gathered, that's one of the ways you can have your last name changed to mine. Plus I like the idea of you being Mrs. I'd have less men to kill then."

She rolled her eyes in that infuriating way that always dared me to react "This is all just crazy. I don't want to get married."

"You're getting married. I wasn't opening this up for debate."

"Come on—"

"Get moving, Rali, before I drag you in myself."

I took a step towards her and she blanched.

"Wait! You didn't even propose!"

"Proposing would give you an option to say Yes or No. Don't see how that's needed."

She looked away, muttering something bitter under her breath.

"So, you're really going to force me to get married to you?" She returned her gaze to me. "I mean, I know you've been forcing me about everything, but marriage? That is extreme."

I thought she should've known by now how much I relished that exact moment when resistance turns into resignation.

It was my biggest turn on.

"Call it whatever you want. You're ending up with me; that's it."

I moved toward her again, ready to haul her into that shop. She quickly backed away.

"Fine! Wait." She folded her arms and puffed. "W—Well, this isn't how it's done. The bride's supposed to go wedding shopping with her friends, not with the groom looking over her."

Hm. I didn't know that.

"So, you want to go with Veronica?"

"And Ruby. We're supposed to be making the girly decisions together."

That made sense.

"So, are you calling them now to come over?"

She looked at me like I'd I'd just used some forbidden language.

"Come on, don't be ridiculous. Veronica's at work and Ruby won't be any less busy. I can't just pull them out simply because you want to get married out of nowhere."

That wasn't sitting well with me, but I chose not to be unreasonable today.

"So, when are you calling them?"

"I—I'll do that tomorrow."

"Tonight. If you don't get this shopping done by tomorrow, we skip the girly fantasy entirely. I don't care if I have to drag you here in a leash."

She puffed out an angry breath and looked away.

I walked back to the car, opening her own door. "Get in."

She cursed under her breath but obeyed in the end.

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