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Right this minute, he didn’t care if she wanted to keep it to herself; he was going to find out.
Miles gently pulled away from her and stood before carefully picking her up and walking to her room. Thankfully, she didn’t wake up at all with the little jostle of movements.
Was she normally a heavy sleeper? It didn’t look like she’d had a lot of security in this apartment and that worried him.
How did she take care of herself? How had she made it this long in her life without getting hurt or robbed?
He gingerly placed her down on her bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. Grabbing the white elephant, he put it into her arms before walking from her bedroom.
It was freezing in this apartment. Part of him wasn’t surprised the heater didn’t work. A lot of things didn’t work in this apartment building.
Miles needed to get Storm out of here as soon as possible. It wasn’t safe for her physically, but also mentally. But at the same time, he didn't know if he could really do anything. She wasn't his and he needed to remember that.
His job was dangerous, and Storm had no clue what he did or how risky it was. He didn't want that for her. He didn't want her always looking over her shoulder, making sure she was safe, and having to constantly worry over whether he may or may not be coming home.
It wasn't fair to her and in the end, he knew nothing was going to happen. Yes, he did feel the connection with her, and he truly wanted to explore it, but Miles couldn't put her through all that worry and trouble. Especially since she had no clue about his lifestyle.
Miles pulled out his phone and called Hedda. Each week they had a standing dinner date just as friends, but it was a time to be “normal” per se. They were never normal, but Hedda liked to believe, once in a while, that she was, and he was there to keep her safe.
He knew Hedda always wondered what it was like to live a normal life and not one in the mafia. She had told him once, when she was too drunk to remember, that she wanted to be normal. Sadly, that would never happen and Hedda understood. Having a brother as the Don of the Italian mafia wasn't normal.
She would never have a normal life no matter how many times she changed her name or her looks. Someone would always know and be looking for her.
“Yes,” Hedda answered.
“We're going to need to reschedule dinner tonight,” he said, not beating around the bush.
If there was one thing he’d learned from Hedda, it was that she hated people dancing around the point. So many times growing up, she wouldn't be told something or it would take the maid or person forever to get to the point.
He understood because several times, he had told people to just get to the point.
“Are you still with Storm?” she asked. “How is she doing?”
“She's doing better but is still sick. I'm hoping that having her drink lots of fluids today and eating some has helped. I also made her take medicine and I'm hoping it'll kick in while she's asleep,” he replied. “I'm going to stay overnight to see if anything changes.”
“Thank you for doing this. And I'm so sorry I was the one who made her sick. Can you please let her know that?”
“You can tell her when you see her next. She'll probably want to hear it from you. Oh, and she knows you told me about her being Little so you might want to apologize for that as well.”
“Fuck.”
Miles sighed and took a deep breath. He had no energy to deal with Hedda and her cursing right now. He’d told her so many times to stop but hadn't gotten through to her yet. He didn't know if anybody ever would.
Well, that wasn't true. Whenever he visited his sister in Missouri, he was always meeting with the owners of the club where she belonged and two of them always stuck out. Those two he knew were going to share a Little when they found her. He thought about introducing them to Hedda but wasn’t sure the time was right.
Miles knew they were both ex-military and into rope play. He also knew they could handle her. Having interacted with them a couple times, he thought maybe they were just the right fit.
“Why the hell would you do that?” Hedda asked.
“I thought you had told her, so I mentioned I was a Daddy and knew she was a Little.”
“I wasn't going to tell her. If she wanted to give you that information, you were supposed to act surprised so she never knew I had told you!”
Miles groaned and shook his head. “That's wrong and you know it. You should have told her that night. You should have called her and told her what you had done, but you didn’t. She trusted you and now you need to make it up to her.”
Sometimes, Miles wondered how Hedda had gotten this way. Some things she cared about while things he thought she should care about she didn't. It was weird. He tried to make sense of it several times, even asking her questions, but since it never ended well, he’d stopped.
Now he just reprimanded her then sent her to her brother to get punished.
