Forbidden Love in Briar South

Prologue

If there’s a question of my heart… you got it. It doesn’t belong to anyone but you.

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 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 that always seemed to be 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 she had been showing me all along 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 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 that. I deserved all the fury she wanted to toss my way because I’d 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 in here.”

Ol’ boy snatched his hand from her quickly.

I glared at her. “Now let’s go.”