Page 112 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

She thought Rogan loved her and wanted her around. But after she killed Richard, was that his final straw? She knew she could be a handful sometimes, but that was who she was.

“From Oliver and Leo!” he raised his voice.

Hedda’s mouth fell open. Did he not want her to be happy?

“I didn’t need saving!” she yelled. “I didn’t need any fucking saving!”

Hedda was hurt that he thought she needed saving. She had been texting Storm telling her that she was thriving and living her life now. Hedda remembered telling Rogan on the phone that she was fine where she was.

Rogan stood up from his chair and Hedda willed herself not to flinch or move back. She didn’t want to show him that she was weak and could be walked all over. What he did was wrong, and he had no right to do that.

He continued to walk towards her until he was standing in front of Hedda. She craned her neck up to look at him. Just because he was trying to intimidate her, it wasn’t going to work. She wouldn’t allow it.

Rogan grabbed her chin tightly. “Yes, you did. They brainwashed you. Made you fucking dependent on them.”

Hedda blinked several times, trying not to cry in front of him. Papa and Daddy had taught her that just because she was dependent on them didn’t mean she was weak.

“So fucking dependent and I taught you better. They made you weak. Fucking weak,” he said.

She flinched at his words and tears welled up in her eyes. What he said was cutting through her. Were Papa and Daddy lying about her not being weak? She knew they didn’t lie to her, but did they not see it?

“See,” Rogan said. “Fucking weak ass pussy.”

Hedda pushed his hands off and wiped away the tears.

“I’m not weak!” she yelled at him. “Take me back to Papa and Daddy.”

She sucked in a breath when she said that out loud. How was he going to react to her calling them Papa and Daddy?

“So fucking dependent on them,” Rogan growled. “They have you calling them Papa and Daddy. You shouldn’t be dependent on pieces of shit like that!”

“They aren’t pieces of shit! They are the men I’m in love with. Oliver and Leo are the people I’m in a dynamic with!”

Rogan shook his head. “I can’t fucking believe this. They brainwashed you more than I thought they did.”

“They didn’t brain wash me! They showed me how to grow and heal!”

“You didn’t need any fucking healing!”

Hedda shook her head. Did he not see how she was turning in on herself after she killed Richard? Of course he didn’t. He wasn’t around her or didn’t talk to her much.

“You won’t ever fucking see those two pieces of shit ever again,” Rogan said, his voice deep and commanding.

She looked up at him and squared her shoulders. “You can’t keep me away from them!”

Rogan glared at her. “Yes, I can. Fucking watch me.”

Hedda watched as he turned his body away from her. She wasn’t done talking with him yet. She needed to go back to her Papa and Daddy.

“Dane. Lucius,” Rogan called out. “Take her back to her room and lock the door.”

Her eyes went wide and she turned around. Dane and Lucius were walking towards her, no emotion across their faces. Were they really going to follow what Rogan said?

“You can’t do this!” she yelled as she turned back towardsRogan. “You can’t fucking do this to me! I don’t want to fucking be here! I belong with Oliver and Leo!”

Dane and Lucius grab her arms, holding them tight. She thrashed around, trying to get out of their hold.

But it didn’t work.

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