Page 111 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

Hedda’s eyes fluttered open. She blinked several times, trying to clear her vision. She couldn’t remember falling asleep, but maybe she had and Papa or Daddy put her to bed.

It had happened several times, especially when she was finally starting to sleep again. Her body demanded it and she would find herself falling asleep at random places.

Papa had called Michael to make sure nothing was wrong with her. He was a mother hen of the group. Always trying to make sure she was healthy and nothing was wrong. But Hedda loved that about him. It made Papa who he was and she didn’t wish it any other way.

Hedda moved her hand against the sheet. This wasn’t her bed sheets or the twins. Then who could it be?

She slowly pushed herself up on the bed and took in her surroundings. This definitely wasn’t her room. Her head turned towards the right and saw the nightstand.

Shit.

This was her bedroom at her brother's house. What was she doing here? Hedda knew she definitely didn’t come here on her own and there was no way Papa or Daddy sent her here.

Her eyes went wide at the thought of her brother. No doubt he had something to do with this.

Hedda pushed herself off of the bed and walked towards the door. She was going to give Rogan a piece of her mind. He had no right to take her from Missouri.

Once she stepped out of the room, she walked down the hall to find someone. She needed to know where her brother was.

A maid stepped out of the kitchen.

“Hey!” Hedda yelled.

The maid turned around, her eyes wide.

“Where the fuck is my brother?” she asked and the maid looked at her weird. “Rogan. Where the fuck is he?”

“His study,” she whispered before scurrying off to who knows where.

Hedda felt a little bad for yelling at her, but she was getting angry. Her brother had taken her from where she was happy. He had taken her from Papa and Daddy. Something he had no right to do.

She was perfectly content and happy being with the twins. She had told him when Daddy called him. Told him she was safe and perfectly fine. Why couldn’t he just accept that?

She made her way towards his study. Oh, when she got his hands on him, he was going to regret it.

Hedda walked into his office without knocking. He didn’t get the luxury of her knocking.

“Fucking knock,” Rogan said.

She stood in front of his desk, seething.

Rogan looked up from his desk and a smile graced his face. A fucking smile, like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” Rogan said. “I’m glad to see you.”

“What the fuck?” Hedda said. “Why am I fucking here?”

His face went hard, and she knew he didn’t appreciate the way she talked to him. But she didn’t care. He took her from where she wanted to be without a reason.

“That’s no way to talk to me. I saved you,” he said.

She stared at him in shock.

“Saved me from what?” she asked.

Hedda didn’t know what he was saving her from. She was happy and thriving with Papa and Daddy. She had been finally living her life and moving on slowly from what she did.

How was he saving her from that? Did he not want her to heal? Did he want her to wither away until she just died? Was that his plan all along?

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