Page 49 of Love Sanctioned

“Don’t tell me what I can’t do when she’s concerned. That’s mine, Junnie. As a matter of fact, your bonehead ass shouldn’t have even been on board with this bullshit. Now you boutta get somebody killed and her ass snatched up.” I opened the car door for her to get in, then rounded the truck and got into the driver's side.

“What else was I supposed to do? That’s my best friend, Psy. She was hurting and you did it.”

“Fuck all that. Now where is this bullshit taking place?” I glared at her, waiting for an answer.

She looked at me, eyes holding tears. “If I tell you, then you have to promise me you won’t make the same mistake. She doesn’t deserve what she’s going through.”

I exhaled. “Fine, now where the fuck is it, Junnie?”

“Uptown. That hall around the corner from Junior’s school, next to that Catholic church.”

As soon as she said that, I pulled off, fuck any car going in the same direction.

“She’s gonna be so mad at me.” Junnie shook her head.

I didn’t respond. I ran every fucking light I could. What should have been fifteen to twenty minutes was all of seven minutes and I double parked right there, leaving the car running.

“Stay right here. We won’t be long,” I said to Junnie before I got out of the car. I climbed the stairs two at a time, then opened the doors. I walked in, ready to wreck some shit because this right here was beyond me and she had me so fucked up. I walked further into the space, taking in all of the decorations. This damn sure wasn’t her.

Flowers lined the space, everything white, even the fool standing at the altar in front of her had on a white suit. Ol’ square ass. Why the fuck did she look like she was ready to be his wife when she belonged to me? Everything about Syn, from the way she stood to the perplexed expression on her face, belonged to only me. She was mine, from the day I took a life to save hers. Then why the fuck were we here?

Because I was too cowardly to believe she’d choose me when all she had been showing me was that she would.

Fuck!

“Does anyone object to the union of these two?” the pastor asked.

I walked right up the long ass aisle, making myself visible so she could see me, even though she was trying her darndest to be present where she was, in a fucking place she didn’t belong.

“I do. I fucking object,” I said loudly, locking eyes with her bitch ass father before my eyes went back to her.

Gasps filled the church, then I felt her eyes. She was looking right at me, right where she belonged.

“And she does too because she knows she’s wasting y’all’s fucking time. Don’t you, Syn?” I stopped when I was just a few feet from her.

She glared at me, those eyes full of anger and irritation. I deserved all the fury she wanted to toss my way because I pushed her into the arms of a fucking square before I could get my shit together.

“Why are you here, Posydiann?” she finally asked.

“Because you don’t belong to him or none of these people here. You mine, so let that man’s hand go before he loses his life here.”

Ol’ boy snatched his hand from her quickly.

I glared at her. “Now let’s go.”

“Posydiann, I can’t just leave with you.”

“And why the fuck not?” I got even more irritated but the look on her face made me calm down. She was genuinely afraid of something and I didn’t like that, not one fucking bit.

“I know about all that shit and you can. I’ma handle it. Let’s go.”

She looked at me, eyes wide before she looked at something behind me. I turned around and her brother stood there.

He nodded. “I don’t know what the fuck he’s holding over your head, but go with him.” He was pointing at their father by the time he finished speaking.

I extended my hand for hers. “Let’s fucking go, Karsyn.”

It felt like almost forever before she took my hand and I led her ass right down the two stairs before I stopped right in front of Curr.