Page 12 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"Shhhh," he softly said. "You're going to be okay."

She was going to be anything but okay. They were taking her from the place she felt most comfortable and safe right now. What was her bodyguard going to do about it? Was he going to report back to her brother or was he not even going to notice that she was gone?

Hedda didn't know how she felt about that. She hadn't minded that he came along with her because she felt a tad bit safer, but he didn't do much. She never saw him or had contact with him.

"We're going to take care of you from now on," Oliver said. "We know what's best for you right now."

She stilled in his arms and pulled away from him.

"I know what's best for me!" She yelled. "It's for me to stay in this room and nothing else. I'm perfectly fine where I am right now and you taking me isn't helping!"

"That's wrong, Heddy, and you know it," Leo said. "But that's okay. Sometimes Little girls don't know what's best forthem in the moment and their Daddies have to step in because they do."

"You aren't my Daddies!" She yelled.

"Yes, we are," both of them said at the same time.

"No you aren't!" she screamed.

Oliver stopped walking and Leo stood right next to them.

"Heddy," Oliver said. "Look at me."

She didn't though. He wasn't her Daddy and she wasn't going to look at him.

"Now," he growled out.

Her eyes went to his and a look of satisfaction went across his face. Oh how she hated that look right now.

"We're taking ownership of you now," he said. "Something happened and you won't talk about it, but before that we were moving along. You had said you wanted us to be your Daddies."

"We had gone over rules, hard limits, soft limits, and our dynamic," Leo said.

"Stop," she whispered.

They had gone through all of that stuff but that was before she killed Richard. That was before everything changed. So much had changed since then and she wasn't the same person.

"Sweetie," Leo softly said. "Everything is going to be okay. Papa and Daddy are going to take care of you now."

Hedda shook her head. She didn't want to go with them. She didn't want them to take care of her. Everything was fine before they came.

"No," she said. "I don't need this. I don't want this!" Her voice got louder as she talked.

"But you do need this," Leo said. "All of us know it. If we continue to let you do this by yourself, you're going to end up dead. And we don't want that. Papa and Daddy would be so sad if you died."

Maybe she was better off dead. Maybe that would make things better all around. Not a lot of people would miss her and the people who did, they would forget her a couple months after her death.

"I don't like whatever you just thought," Oliver grumbled. "Stop thinking that."

Her eyes went wide and she stared at him. He couldn't read her mind which meant she gave it away with her facial expression. She used to be so good at hiding that stuff, but killing Richard had really gotten to her.

"I don't want this!" she yelled.

"Stop lying," Oliver said.

"You do want this. We can see it in your eyes," Leo said.

Oliver started to walk again. Hedda started to scream, hitting his back as he walked towards the front door.

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