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She turned her head and looked at him, not able to deny him. She didn’t want to do anything and make him angry, resulting in her getting on his bad side.
“You need to lay perfectly still and let your fragile fucking body heal. Do you understand me?” he asked.
She nodded her head and winced as pain swept across her temple.
“Be still!” He raised his voice. “You will respond verbally and not move your body.”
“Rogan!” Hedda finally said.
“What?” he asked.
Storm watched as they had a stare off for several minutes before Hedda finally started to speak.
“Fucking be nice to her! Softer!” She raised her voice. “She’s hurt! Storm isn’t one of your men you can treat like shit and expect to follow your every word and command.”
Rogan glared at Hedda and stood even taller than he was before. He crossed his arms.
“I’m not soft and will never be soft so you can stop fucking saying that word,” he said. “Storm needs to do what she’s fucking told to do right now. She’s under my care until Miles comes back and can look after her.”
Storm flinched at all his cursing and shrunk into her bed when he turned toward her. Why would Miles be coming back here? She didn’t want anything to do with him.
Before she could say anything, Rogan stepped closer and bent down so they were eye level.
“If you fucking speak of this to anyone or do anything you aren’t supposed to, you will be punished,” he growled out. “I don’t give a fuck that you’re hurt right now. You’re going to be a perfect fucking princess and do what you’re told and keep your fucking mouth shut. If not, there will be consequences.”
Her mouth hung open as she stared at him. She felt like she’d been doused in cold water again when he finished speaking.
Was he really going to hurt her if she did anything wrong?
Deep down, she knew he would follow through if she did something wrong. He looked dead serious as he spoke every word and made sure she was listening.
“Do you fucking understand?” he asked.
“For fuck’s sake. Rogan! Stop! Leave her alone!” Hedda yelled. “She isn’t one of your men!”
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, looking over at Hedda before turning back to Storm. “Do. You. Understand. Me?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked out.
She watched as Rogan stood to his full height and stepped back.
“No, don’t tell me to shut the fuck up!” Hedda said. “You don’t get to speak to my friends like that! You can’t treat them like fucking shit!”
Rogan turned around so quickly, Storm felt nauseous. He was fuming with anger.
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me what to do,” he growled. “We’ll fucking talk about this later.”
Storm watched as Rogan turned toward her and she shrunk back into the bed. He was angry and she didn’t want to be around that. He’d scared her before when he was just leaning up against the wall, but now he was even worse.
She could count on her hands the number of times she was scared or terrified of things. It hadn't been much since she was sheltered most of her life but once she moved out, she had a couple scares.
This was one of them.
She thought the doctor was scary with the scar running down his face, but he paled in comparison to Rogan. Right now, she would rather have Angelo here reminding her she shouldn't move instead of Rogan.
He still hadn't explained why she was under their care. How did he relate to any of this? It made no sense and Storm felt like she wasn't going to get any answers if she asked. He didn't seem like the type of person who would answer questions.
Maybe if he left, she could ask Hedda the questions. She didn't know if Hedda would know the answers, but it seemed like a safer bet.
