Having Her

Chapter 19

Lucian's POV:

For the love of god, I didn't think I could love our little birdie anymore than I already love, but god be my witness she is my entire existence aside from little Lucy and Luciano. She is growing so fast and I can barely keep up. We have this strange ass gap in age that freaks people the fuck out, but I promise I wouldn't pick anyone else over her. Sure, we had our moment apart for a couple of months last summer, but I got my angel back and there's no way in fucking hell on earth in the winter that I will give that up.

I feel like a total idiot even thinking about that awful summer. Her mom sent her back to her Australia to visit her grandparents and it's safe to say I was fucking livid. Not the regular kind either, I mean the steam coming from my fucking ears and nose kind of livid. I've watched our sweet little birdie come into her own person who learned to love two foul mouth, trouble making, ass kicking, fire starting savages, and she loved us so fiercely that I felt betrayed that she wanted to spend her time elsewhere. I know I can be a bit possessive of her most times, watching her ever fucking move like a damn stalker, but I couldn't bare seeing her want to be around anyone else besides me and Luciano.

Fuck that was the worst fucking summer of my life, I was so upset I made friends again with that evil Piper fucking Linsday to spite Winter. In hindsight, that was such a dick move because that sweet talking, soft spoken, freckled face fucking she-devil almost cost me an entire life worth of happiness with my lovely little angel. How did she do that you ask? Mother fucking technology is how that little bitch almost ruined me and Winter. Maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but I love her and my heart practically beats for that fucking angel on earth..

She recorded a very pissed off me, going off the fucking rails destroying everything in my path. I said a few things I still hate myself for to this day, and that fucking Piper fucking Lindsay recorded and sent it around. By the time my perfect little lady made it home, she had seen the video on Candace's accord (fucking cunt bitch), and was so mad she didn't talk to me for the remainder of the summer. Do you know how committed this little 9 year old spitfire was to not look in my direction, for the rest of the summer? Who knew someone so tiny, pure and fucking precious could have that kind of determination in her. I snicker at the thought as the three of us sit beside her house kissing our faces off, when she stops and asks me and Luciano if we want to play a special game her and her dad play before bedtime.

This pequed my interest to the 10th fucking degree sending an electriflying chill crawling up my spine. I see the way that dick bag looks at her, especially today in front of that cake. She looked so uncomfortable smooshed between him and that table, and when he whispered in her ear, you could see her body stiffen and it sent my brain into a fucking freenzy. He looks at her as if she's his final fucking meal on death row and the shit makes my skin itch. I knew by now after spending enough time under her roof that her dad is beating bricks of shit out of her mom. So if he hits a woman, I'm sure his sick ass depraved mind could do much worse.

I turn to this impeccable specimen of a human, and she is just as innocent as the day we saw her in that window 5 years ago. My heart thrashes against my ribs, threatening to bust the fuck through it and I am automatically assuming the worst. What kind of game do you play before bed? There is no fucking daddy daughter friendly fucking games plastered across target or walmart that is specified for before bedtime, so I think today I go from a drug slinging boy to a fucking rage bull, man slaughtering fucking animal today, because if she says anything remotely close to inappropriate, I am killing him to fucking day.