Page 85 of Papa's Bébé
It felt like he had her trapped in his gaze.
She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.
“Maya? Are you all right?”
Nope. She still couldn’t speak.
“Come with me. It’s clearly not that safe out here for you.”
He started moving her inside. And her body just followed him into the living room. He settled her on the sofa and crouched in front of her.
What was he doing?
He placed his hands on her legs. “I want to know why the Chief of Police’s daughter doesn’t feel she can go to the police when she’s being threatened.”
“Maybe because the person threatening me is a cop.”
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Maybe because the person threatening me is a cop.
Why had she said that?
Was she an idiot? Now, he was going to want details and what did she have to tell him?
The truth. You could try the truth.
“Who is it?” he asked in a dark voice. “A cop is threatening you? Is it Vince?”
Wait. How did he know that?
“It is Vince,” he said. “I can tell by the look on your face.”
“How do you know it’s Vince?” she asked.
“From the way you didn’t want anything to do with him today,” he said. “I heard you when your father suggested that he stay with you.”
He’d heard that? He hadn’t been in the room, had he?
“We were standing just outside the room,” he explained. “Did he do that spray paint job on your garage?”
“I think so. I had a . . . run-in with him last week. And a while ago we went on a date. He didn’t appreciate it when I wasn’t interested in fucking him.”
“That fucking bastard.” There was pure venom in his voice and it took her by surprise. “I’m going to kill him. Did he try to force you?”
“N-not exactly. He just got a bit . . . handsy.” She was staring down at her lap as she whispered that.
“Fucking asshole. I’ll teach him to get handsy. That is not okay and I do not like it.”
Did he think she did? She didn’t. And what was worse was that he was now holding a grudge. Vince was a man with a huge ego, who thought he was invincible, untouchable, and he held a huge grudge against her.
That didn’t make her feel good at all.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let him hurt you. And I will make him pay for the way he has treated you.”
She frantically shook her head and glanced up at him. “You can’t.”
“Why not?” he asked, sounding incredulous. “Why haven’t you gone to your father?”
