Page 10 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

Sure, there was a guard that Rogan made come with her, but he wasn't in the house, and he wasn't always patrolling around the house.

Hedda leaned her head onto the wall and felt her eyes start to droop. She had taken a caffeine pill earlier and was waiting for it to kick in. Would it kick in this time? She couldn't remember how many caffeine pills she had taken since she got here.

Too many to count.

Did they stop working after a while? Hedda really hopedthey didn't because she relied on them to keep her awake. She didn't know a lot about medicine. Maybe she should've done her research on it.

Her eyes started to droop even more but the sound of a door slamming and heavy footsteps made her eyes go wide. Who was in the house?

It couldn't be Michael or Monroe because they didn't walk that hard. Michael normally told her if anyone was coming over so she could prepare herself, more like keep herself hidden in her room, but still. He hadn't mentioned anything, and she didn't know who this could be.

The footsteps got louder, and her breathing started to pick up. She didn't have any way of defending herself. Before the incident, she had carried a gun with her everywhere she went, even in her own home, but now she didn't even want to see one. Hedda didn't want to think about a gun at all.

"Do you think she's in here?" someone whispered.

Hedda's eyes were trained on the door, waiting for them to come in. Her eyes quickly darted around the room. Maybe she could make a dash for the bed and climb under it, pretending she wasn't in the room.

"Michael said it was this room," a deeper voice said.

She stilled at the mention of Michael's name. These two men knew Michael. Her eyes went wide with the realization. The men were the twins, Oliver and Leo.

"Shit," she whispered as she quietly stood up. She needed to get under the bed and hide from them. They couldn't know she was here.

Hedda took several steps right as the door opened and she stared at them in shock. Oliver and Leo were standingright in front of her. They took several steps in the room, making it feel smaller with their muscular bodies.

"No," she whispered as she took a step back.

"Hedda," Leo gently said.

"No," she said again as she shook her head.

They weren't supposed to be here. This had to be some twisted dream she was having. Hedda looked down and pinched her skin, trying to wake herself up, but nothing happened. It wasn't a dream.

"Heddy," Leo said. "No pinching yourself."

She shook her head again as Leo took a step forward.

"No," her voice sounded so broken.

"Baby," Oliver said. "You're coming with us."

Her back hit the wall and she shook her head again.

"I'm not leaving," she said.

"Yes, you are," Leo said. "You aren't taking care of yourself and that ends today."

"No!" she screamed. "You can't do this!"

"You can either pack some of your things or we can," Oliver said.

Hedda smacked her palm against her forehead, trying to wake up from this dream. This had to be a dream. There was no other explanation for it. She hadn't responded to them in a long time, and they should've moved on by now.

But here they were standing in her room.

"Stop that!" Leo said as he caught her wrist.

She flinched at the contact. Hedda wasn't expecting him to touch her.

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