Page 15 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"It's two against one," Leo said. "We don't want to gang up on you, but if we need to because you aren't taking care of yourself or are putting yourself in danger, then we will."

"Ahhh!" Hedda yelled. "Just fucking let me go!"

Oliver maneuvered her body so she could see out the front windshield. Leo was looking at her, his body turned so he could fully see her.

"Why are you doing this?!" she yelled. "Just let me go!"

"No can do Princess," Leo said. "I've said it before, but I'll say it again. You weren't taking care of yourself and that's one of your rules. We're stepping in now, whether you like it or not, and will be taking care of you."

She glared at him and tried to move her arms again. Hedda was starting to get tired from all the fighting she was doing, and she didn't know how much longershe could do this.

"Someone's going to stop you!" she yelled. "Just fucking let me go already. You fucking pieces of shit!"

"Language," Oliver said, swatting her thigh quickly. "You don't call Papa or Daddy names."

Slight pain radiated across her thigh and she sucked in a breath. Oh, that hurt.

Leo grabbed her chin with his fingers. "No one is going to stop us. Everyone trusts us and respects us. They know that there is someone living with Michael and Monroe and someone who's been patrolling around the neighborhood. It's a small town and people talk. They don't know who it is, and we would like to keep it that way for now. Not because we are ashamed to be seen with you, but because we want to give you privacy."

"What he's trying to say is people won't stop us. They trust us and know we would never hurt anyone, especially women," Oliver said.

"You can either be a good girl and stay still or you can continue to fight and exhaust yourself," Leo said. "But either way you are coming home with us."

Leo turned the car on and got comfortable in his seat. Hedda wasn't going to go down without a fight. She continued to wiggle and try to break free from Oliver's arms.

"I've got you," he gently said.

It spurred Hedda on further to try and get out of his arms. She didn't need anyone to take care of her or make sure that everything was going to be okay. She didn't need that.

"Let. Me. Go!" she raised her voice once again.

"No can do, Sweets," Oliver said.

Hedda had no clue why both of them were trying out allthese different pet names. They had never done it before she shot Richard and she didn't know why they were starting now. Before they would call her by her name or Heddy, but nothing else.

She brought her head forward and threw it back, hitting his chest.

"Fuck," she whispered.

His chest was so muscular and hard that it actually hurt to hit it. She hadn't expected it to hurt. Hedda wanted to rub the back of her head, but couldn’t as Oliver still had her arms pinned to her body.

"Don't do that," Oliver grumbled and gently rubbed the back of her head. "You're going to give yourself a concussion."

Right as she was about to try and break free from his arms, his arm wrapped around her body again and held her close to him. Shit. She needed to be quicker with her opportunities.

"What did she do?" Leo asked.

"Hit her head on my chest."

How was she supposed to know that it was going to hurt that much? Maybe she should get a concussion, then she would go to the hospital, and they would take care of her and not let them near her. Hedda had never had a concussion before, but maybe she should.

She lifted her head forward again, ready to push it back and hit his chest.

"Stop!" Oliver commanded. "You making yourself get a concussion will only make you not be able to do things and let us take care of you more."

Hedda stilled for a second. How did she know if he was telling her the truth or not?

"You won't be able to read, you'll have to be in a dark room for a while, and won't be able to walk," Leo said. "I've had a couple and they are no fun."

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