Page 31 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

Hedda nodded her head. She was going to call the twins later tonight and tell them she wanted to meet up. After putting it off for the past week, avoiding any time they asked, she was finally going to tell them yes.

They would most likely have to come to New York sinceRogan wouldn't let her out of his sight, but they had suggested they could.

"Are-" Hedda started to speak, but the glass window breaking caught her attention.

Both of them screamed as the person came into the room. Shit. What was Richard doing here?

Before Hedda could do anything, Richard grabbed Storm and pulled her against him.

"Please," Hedda said. "You don't have to do this."

"She's coming with me," Richard said. "You can't do anything about it."

Richard pointed his gun towards Storm's head and Hedda's eyes went wide. Shit. He had a gun. What was she going to do?

"P-please," Hedda begged. "You don't have to do this. You can leave and get away."

"Shut up, bitch!" he yelled.

She flinched and looked at Storm. Tears were in her eyes and she looked so scared. This wasn't good.

"It's going to be okay," Hedda whispered.

Storm wasn't used to this type of violence. Hedda was and she needed to protect Storm right now. That was what Miles would want her to do. It was what she needed to do.

Hedda had a gun in the back of her waistband, but she had never killed anyone. Sure, she had gone to the shooting range with her brother and some of his men to practice, but that was different. So different.

Would she hit Storm instead of Richard? Miles would never forgive her, and she wouldn't forgive herself, if she did that.

"Richard," Hedda said. "You don't have to do this. Please don't do this."

He pushed the gun further into Storm's temple and she whimpered.

"Shut up!" Richard yelled. "She's coming with me, and nothing can be done. Ethan wants her and I'm not about to cross Ethan."

Hedda slowly moved her hand behind her, hoping and praying that Richard wasn't paying attention to her. Her hand gripped her gun and before she could think about anything, she pulled it from her waistband and in front of her before she shot.

She stared with wide eyes as Richard crumbled to the ground. She had done it and she didn't hurt Storm.

Shit.

She had killed Richard. She had actually killed a person. Hedda felt herself starting to shake as she gripped her gun, looking at where Richard was.

He was dead.

His blood pooling around him as he laid lifeless on Miles' office floor. Hedda couldn't keep her eyes off of him.

She watched as his lip twitched and a small gasp fell from her lips. He wasn't dead?

Everything else faded around her and Richard as he slowly started to move each of his body parts. Shit. He wasn't dead.

Richard slowly stood up and Hedda watched in shock. How had he survived that? He shouldn't have.

"Did you really think you could kill me?" he asked and chuckled at the end. "I'll never die. No matter how many times you try to kill me."

Hedda closed her eyes and pulled the trigger again. She took in a shaky breath and slightly opened her right eye only to see Richard crumbled on the ground again.

This time he had to be dead. She had shot him twice and he couldn't survive that. Nobody could.

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