You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 82

I didn't realize we were at my place until she killed the ignition. The bitch sat calmly with her hands on the steering and her eyes focused ahead like I wasn't seated next to her.

My grip was too tight around my bag as I threw the door open and stormed out.

I didn't take much time in the house. Veronica hadn't raised much fuss about me moving in with Void aside from the obvious tragedy of being separated from her daily dramatics.

"Will you ask him if I can move in as well? Who knows? He might just say yes!" The silly girl suggested.

No matter what I went through, she and Ruby hardly saw anything wrong with Void. Of course, how would they when they've been infatuated with him long before now? To Veronica especially, I was living in a dream she'd long subscribed to.

"Once again, I'm really sorry I have to be away, Nica. It's only temporary. You could have Ruby move in with you for the meantime," I told her when I was done with the final bag.

"Please, don't worry about me. I've got a few men on speed dial who'd pay to keep my ass warm." She rolled her eyes and spanked my ass.

I left the house with a small smile that didn't just vanish but imploded into a black hole when I found the olive-skinned lady waiting in the black Audi.

She looked arrogant sitting with one hand hooked over the passenger seat while her coffee eyes pinned me like I'd walked into the wrong territory. It almost didn't feel like there was a windscreen separating us.

"Who's that?" Veronica asked beside me, holding one of my suitcases.

My jaw had already locked itself in place. "Someone that works for him."

There was a dangerous ache in my chest as I stormed toward my car. Veronica and I shared a tight hug and we parted ways.

Hopefully, I won't have to stay long with Void before he gets me answers on Creighton.

From time to time, my eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror and caught glimpses of her. God, I hated that she was behind me.

Void, the emotionally bankrupt human. He lied to me! He told me he didn't sleep with people that worked for him. Oh, Katya must be a sibling, then.

I didn't want to be bothered. Fuck, I hate that I was. Maybe I just didn't find it fair that he could sleep around with whoever he wanted but kill men for even glancing at me.

My skin prickled with disgust — or jealousy, maybe both — as my brain decided now was the perfect time to stage a movie marathon of all the places they might've had sex.

Last night, he had her come over and spent sometime with her in the office. We had just finished making out! Yet, I wasn't enough, was I?

I imagined them making out in places we have: the dining, bedroom, boat, perhaps?

I scoffed, bitter. Was I actually surprised he'd fall for someone like Katya? I bet she was prettier than me. Hotter too.

While I might have a really cute face, Katya was probably the sort of woman his kind would prefer. Fierce. Cold eyes. Brutal. Tattoos.

Yeah, he must love tattoos.

She was still by the car when I returned for the second trip. She had her hands folded, one leg crossed over the other while watching me like a hawk. A cold-blooded one.

Katya was no weak lady. I imagined all the people she must've killed with those hands.

I flicked my gaze over her, pulled my bag from the booth and turned toward the door. Except her voice stopped me cold.

"I was just kidding, green eyes. I don't know what his dick looks like."

The luggage on the floor, I whipped around to face her, my visage, no doubt, defining surprise.

What?

"Though, I'd love to," she added with a cocky smile.

She released her hands, straightened her legs and pushed away from the car. "You know, you seem quite disturbed for someone you claim to hate." She walked past me, her gaze touching my cheek. "Someone you 'claim' you're being forced to be with."

I stood there like an unplugged robot, blinking rapidly as if that would blink the whole incidence out of existence.

They... never had sex?