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Yeah, no.
She needed to wrap her brain around everything and get her mind and heart set straight. He wasn’t the right person for her.
Miles had told her he never wanted to see her again. Left her when she was still sick after telling her he would take care of her.
He didn’t pick up when she called him.
Twice.
He left her out to dry and she didn’t like that.
Miles shouldn't have done any of that and she couldn’t forgive him right now. She felt horrible with her bullet wound, being sick, and having bruises all over her body.
It was his fault.
Why should she forgive him?
He didn’t even apologize when he walked into the room. Miles had just told her she was his and that was it. Nothing else and it didn’t sit well with Storm.
How could he do that? Did he not have any emotions?
Before Storm could say anything, Miles walked over to the trash can, threw away the piece of chicken, and washed his hand at the sink.
She watched him, not knowing exactly what to say anymore. She could see the red tinted water from the blood go down the drain.
Storm was going to be sick.
Raising her hand, she covered her mouth and took several deep breaths in through her nose. She needed to get a grip on herself. It didn’t seem like he was going to leave and she didn’t want to puke up her guts.
Or whatever was left inside her.
“Miles,” Hedda said.
“Leave it be,” Rogan barked at her.
Storm flinched at his tone of voice. He didn’t need to be so rude to Hedda. Even if he was her brother.
Miles walked over to her and stood in front of where Hedda was sitting.
“Move,” he said.
“Fucking say please,” she responded. “It’s the least you could do.”
“Please,” he growled out.
Storm could tell he did not want to say it, but she had a feeling he was appeasing her so she moved quicker. Everything in her wished Hedda would’ve told him no because she didn’t want Miles close to her.
Her body didn’t realize she was mad at Miles and didn’t want anything to do with him. Her body wanted him because he made her feel things.
Hedda got up from the chair and Miles scooted the chair closer to her bed before sitting down and grabbing her chicken noodle soup.
“I don’t fucking understand why the chicken bits are so fucking big,” he mumbled. “People fucking choke on these.”
“I’ll talk to them,” Rogan said. “Granted, people who normally are hurt here are grown adults who don’t need to be fed or watched over.”
Storm knew he was making a jab at her. It didn’t seem like Rogan liked her at all and she didn’t know if she should be nervous about that or not. He was the head of the Ricci Crime Family and could do anything to her.
Miles growled but nodded his head. “You do that. Don’t want this Little one to choke on it again. Well, she won’t be back here ever again with me watching her.”
