Having Her

Chapter 30

Lucian's POV:

Maybe therapy isn't the best approach for Winter. She sat there for 2 hours, gave one word answers, and insulted the poor lady a bunch. I actually felt fucking pity for this lady, she stayed patient as ever, barely acknowledging the super fucking bitchy attitude that she was giving her. When the session was over, my beautiful disaster flipped the therapist the middle finger and stomped out the room without a second glance.

Running my face roughly, I followed closely behind her listening to her grumble under her breath about how we all need to butt the fuck out her life and leave her to wither away to nothing, she's so fucking dramatic. At least while she's shifting into a fucking sociopath she kept her witty sense of humor. I chuckled lightly behind her causing her to stop in her tracks and glare at me, and trust me it looks could kill I'd be buried with her fucking mother.

"What is your fucking issue today little girl, are you on your fucking period or some shit?" I asked, raising an amused brow at her face.

" I'm just tired, tired of being treated like at any minute I'm going to fall apart. I'm fucking fine, I don't need to talk to that 4 eyed fucking librarian 3 times a week. It's over, and I just want it to be dead like my fucking parents." She sighs in annoyance, turning on her heels and continuing her journey back to the car.

Jack stands outside waiting for us, opens the door for Winter and of course flicks him the finger because she's told him countless times she can open her own door. He pulls me aside before I can reach the car.

"Okay, I'm stopping the therapy. She clearly hates this fucking place and I may rip that fucking finger off if she fucking sticks it up again." I laugh at Jack before getting serious.

"Don't stop it, she needs it. Let's just pull back some. She said she's tired of being treated like she's going to break, so let's just give her time. She seems fine to me, I mean besides her potty mouth and sudden need to get violent. But in her defense, me and Luciano do curse more than a little." I say , hoping he'll hear me out.

"Fuck, fine.. whatever. I don't have time for this shit. I've never really had to deal with her before all this shit. So I really haven't the slightest fucking idea what the fuck to do. She's a fucking hormonal pre teen with a world of hurt in her heart. Did she ever get a period before?" I can't help the cackle that falls from my lips when he asks me this.

"Wow, it's a good thing me and Luciano have invested so much time into knowing every single thing about her. No, she's never gotten her period but I asked her the same thing. Just give her time, it's only been a couple months." With that being said I walk past him and climb into the car. Once I'm settled into a seat I pull a sleeping Winter into my lap and cradle her small frame to my body, kissing her cheek and nestling her into my check.

When we arrive home there's a fancy suv parked in front of the house, and my first instinct was to pull my gun and shove Winter into the house. She stumbles a bit in front of me, and instead of going in the house like I wanted her to, she turns to face me with a death glare and I have to fight the urge to wrap my hands around her throat.

"Listen little girl, not fucking right now. I don't know this fucking car, never seen it before. So don't fight me, go in the house and get Luciano, then stay your ass in there." She rolls her eyes but doesn't disobey and when she's in the house, the last fucking face I expected to see ever in the fucking world comes out my house and makes their way across the grass with a large man and small old lady trailing behind them.