Page 175 of Papa's Bébé


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“Good. They’ll be here soon,” she said with relief.

“Aww,” Millie said. “While I’m glad the puppies will be rescued, I have to admit that I was looking forward to kick-starting my career as an animal rescuer.”

“That’s not happening,” Spike said.

“That’s just rude. Oh well, at least we get to watch.”

“That’s not happening either,” Matthieu said. “We’re taking the two of you home. Where you’ll be safe.”

She’d expected that even though she would prefer to stay and watch.

Millie protested, but Spike eventually got her out of the car and into his truck which was behind them.

“What about Millie’s car?” she asked as Matthieu started his car and drove off.

“Don’t worry, Spike will have that figured out.”

“Will her punishment be really bad?”

“She broke safety rules and put herself in danger. Getting those photos was extremely risky and foolish. So, yeah, she’ll be getting her butt spanked. And it won’t be over quick. But it won’t be more than she can take. Spike would never harm her.”

Maya nodded. Right.

She’d also make sure to check in with Millie tomorrow.

As they grew closer to her house, Matthieu’s phone started ringing.

He frowned as he answered. “Brody? What is it? What? Fuck! No! We’re close. Did you see who it was? Have you called the fire department? Thanks.”

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked, fear coursing through her.

“Brody’s system set off an alert that someone was on the property. When he got to the cameras, he saw a guy dressed in black throwing something through the front window, then running away. Bébé, it was a Molotov cocktail. Your house is on fire.”

No! Oh my God! Her babies!

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Matthieu didn’t know what they were going to find when they reached Maya’s place. He wanted to order her to stay in the car, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. However, he also needed to keep her safe. He knew that wouldn’t be Maya’s priority. Her priority was saving her babies.

But he couldn’t rule this out as a distraction to get to her.

“Maya, you need to stay with me when we get out,” he said as he drove quickly into the driveway.

Even the neighbors were coming out to see what was going on. Flames were licking the front of the house. Which was where her living room was.

That motherfucker had tried to kill her!

Maya didn’t acknowledge his words, she dove out of the car before he’d even stopped, falling onto her knees.

“Maya!” he yelled, his heart racing with fear.

Was she trying to take ten years off his life? Fuck! He was going to spank her every day for a week! No, a month!

He was aware that these were extenuating circumstances, but she still should have waited for him to bring the car to a halt.

By the time he got out and rounded the front of her car, she was running to the back door. He could hear the frantic barking from inside. And the chickens were squawking in terror. But the chickens were all right for the moment . . . he hoped.

They had to get to the other animals.