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They had talked to Luigi before. He was a drug dealer. One of their drug dealers.
“I need you to see if he's working for anybody else. He's gotten some product that isn't ours and he knows that is unacceptable. We pay him well and he's getting greedy,” Rogan said. "He's scared of you so it shouldn't take a lot.”
“Okay. I'll grab him later tonight," Miles responded. “Anything else?”
“Nope. Enjoy the party my sister put together for you.”
He scoffed and walked off. He didn't want a party, but Rogan’s sister had demanded he get one.
Spotting Hedda, he walked toward her. “Hedda!” he yelled, trying to get her attention.
Hedda jumped and turned around. “Fuck you. Next time don’t yell my name. You know I don’t like it,” Hedda said.
He watched as the girl next to her turned around, but he didn’t pay any attention.
“You better be glad Rogan wasn't around to hear you curse. Next time, I'll tell him,” he said.
“You won’t do it,” she scoffed.
“You want to try me? You know I don’t give a fuck and will tell him.” He had told Rogan so many times about what Hedda did. She needed to be held accountable for her actions.
“So not fair that you get to curse and I can’t,” Hedda said.
“Little girls shouldn’t curse,” he replied. From the corner of his eye, he saw the other girl's eyes go wide.
“Miles, this is my friend, Storm.” Hedda turned toward her. “Storm, this is Miles. The birthday boy and my best friend.”
Miles froze as he stared at the girl in front of him. It was the same girl that had run into him as she walked out of the bathroom.
Ever since then, he couldn’t get her out of his head. With her bright blue eyes and blonde hair that reached her shoulders, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Against his six-two frame, she barely reached his shoulders. Just the right height.
He had seen her several times today as he walked through the house. Miles hadn’t known who she was, but she intrigued him. She kept to herself, almost like she was uncomfortable being around the members of the Ricci Crime Family.
When she had walked to the bathroom, he’d followed her. It wasn’t a coincidence she had run into him as she exited the bathroom. He made it seem like he had been walking past, but he hadn’t. The whole time he’d waited outside the door, waiting for her to come out.
There was something about her that had caught his attention. Maybe the way she dressed? She wore a white dress with polka dots and her hair was braided. It reminded him of a Little.
Miles didn’t expect her to be friends with Hedda. Not a lot of people could tolerate her. She cursed like a sailor and no matter how many punishments she got, she never learned.
He listened to Hedda introduce them.
Storm.
That was such a pretty name for her, but he wondered why her parents named her that. Could it be because she was unpredictable like a storm; rambunctious?
Miles didn’t know why he was so intrigued with Storm, but something drew him to her.
“Nice to meet you, Storm,” he said.
“H-Happy birthday,” she whispered.
Her voice was silky smooth but with a thick country accent. He could listen to it every second of the day.
“Thank you, Little one.”
He turned toward Hedda and she gave him a big smile. Miles looked at her weird. Why was she smiling so big? What was she up to?
Looking between the two, it sunk in more. They were polar opposites.
