War

Chapter Seven

A/N - three chapters in 24 hours what a treat 😍😍

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I didn't make poor lapses of my judgement.

Never had, I was too calculating for such a thing, always analysing every possible outcome of a situation to the point where it was second nature.

But the decision I'd made yesterday was anything but calculating or analytical.

It was rash, illogical, and borderline out of character for me.

And it was all down to the woman sitting in the passenger seat of my Porsche.

My fiancée.

In other words, my soon to be wife.

What was I doing?

Isaiah had announced to his daughter that she'd be marrying me a mere fifteen minutes ago, before informing her that she'd be moving in with me effective immediately and only giving her a few minutes to pack a quick bag, the rest of her belongings would be in my home within the next twenty-four hours.

A complete stranger, invading my personal space.

If it wasn't the consequences of my own actions.

Neither of us had spoken a word since I'd started driving, Aniyah still most probably in shock, and me rethinking every decision I'd made these past few days.

"You're staring", that didn't mean I couldn't feel her eyes burning holes into my temple, probably trying to decipher what was going on inside my head. If she figured it out maybe she could enlighten me, because I didn't have a clue either.

"Why an eye?", it didn't take a genius to figure out she was referring to the intricate tattoo on the back of my right hand, staying quiet for a moment I simply squeezed the wheel, still trying to ask myself how I'd ended up in such a ludicrous position.

"Because I see everything", I answered boredly, something between a chuckle and a scoff escaping her a second later.

"Was that a joke?", I cocked my head slightly, my fingers flexing on the steering wheel as we stopped at a red light.

"Do I look like a man who makes jokes?", I turned to her, warm brown eyes meeting mine and blinking slowly as if conversing with me was confusing her. There was no denying that Aniyah was physically attractive, even in the sweatpants and t-shirt she was currently wearing; but I couldn't say we were anywhere remotely close to being ready to marry each other.

I didn't even know her birthday, this whole situation was giving me grey hairs.

Isaiah needed a new solution, and fast, and apparently my head had received too many blows to it as a child, because I'd jumped in to wed his daughter instantly, no questions asked.

My brothers and cousins were going to have a field day with this.

"You look like a man who could kill a family in cold blood and smile about it", she muttered, bringing her knees up to her chest as if she had no regard for the value of this car whatsoever.