𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘
I gave Lucian the dirtiest look I could mutter as I began to pace from one end to the other. "I just gave a woman the impression that she's a prisoner here. That I'm her fucking — I dunno — owner."
Lucian stared at me, deadpanned. "Soooo… I'm guessing it didn't go that well."
I brushed past him. "I don't know about this, Lucian. There's a lot of shit that can go wrong."
"And when you say shit, you mean you losing your shit?"
I cursed. My little cousin always managed to go from one extreme to the other. He was either a godsend or a huge fucking pain in my ass. Right now, he was the latter.
Just as I was about to tell Lucian to back the fuck off and to mind his own motherfucking business, Vanessa came walking around the corner carrying arms full of clothing.
"How is she doing?"
I stopped and sighed. "Hopefully it will go better now. I told her to allow Doc to take care of her."
