Chapter 13
MARYAM
I should be paying attention to the wedding vows. Tessa is a beautiful bride. And Ryu is staring at her like she hung the stars. But I’m distracted. Because my own Yakuza boyfriend is sitting next to me, one arm stretched across the back of my chair, fingers casually playing with the ends of my hair. My eyes flick to him. He’s not watching the ceremony. He’s watching me.
I raise a brow. “What?”
His lips curve slightly. “You’re thinking about it.”
“Thinking about what?”
His smirk deepens. “Our wedding.”
My eyes widen, I sputter, then whisper-shout, “excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I stare at him. “I—are you actually—”
He leans in, voice low, eyes intense.
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RIKU
I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. She tries to hide it. Sipping her drink. Avoiding my gaze. Pretending like the idea isn’t sitting somewhere deep in her chest, taking root. It’s adorable. I shift closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“You’ll look fucking beautiful in a white dress.” Maryam stiffens. I trail a finger down her thigh, just to watch her shiver. “Love the idea of you walking down the aisle to me.” She swallows hard. “Knowing you’re officially mine. Letting everyone know.”
She exhales sharply.
I smile softly. “Take your time, baby. I’ll be right here.”
She wipes at the corners of her eyes. “You’re crazy.”
“And you’re going to marry me.”
She shakes her head, her beautiful eyes still shining with unshed tears, laughing. “You’re not even asking.”
I smile, winking at my girl.