Page 82 of Papa's Bébé
But he was angry right now as he stared at the message spray-painted on Maya’s garage door.
When he’d gone outside to put the pizza boxes into the garbage bin, he’d decided it would be safer if the garage door was down. Which revealed what had been written on the door.
Matthieu glanced over at her. He had a feeling that he’d upset her just before when he’d called her little girl, then apologized. Only he wasn’t certain which part had upset her.
He definitely had no right to call her a little girl. But it had just slipped out.
Twice.
Fuck.
He winced. What was he thinking?
Well. He was thinking that she kept disobeying him and putting her health at risk and his hand was itching to spank her naughty ass.
He was going to have to have a firm word with her about obeying him. It was difficult when she barely knew him, but she was going to have to trust him fast or they were going to both be in trouble. Because if there was a real threat, she would have to listen and obey. Both of their lives could depend on it.
Worst case scenario but he’d learned to be prepared for any possibility.
That was what had kept him alive. And now his job was to keep her safe and alive.
Which would be a lot harder if she didn’t obey him. Or talk to him.
If she didn’t tell him about things like this.
“What is this?” he asked in a stern voice.
“It’s a garage door?”
“Now is not the time for jokes,” he told her sternly.
She winced.
“What is on the door?”
“Spray paint,” she said in a quiet voice.
“Maya, now is also not the time to keep secrets. What is this? When did it happen? Who did it?” He was going to kill them.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Stay calm.
He watched as a car drove slowly past. Was that the same car from earlier?
Fuck. He hadn’t messaged Brody yet.
“Have you seen that car before?” he snapped.
Calm.
It was getting harder and harder to find his calm.
Which was unusual for him. He was usually a very calm person.
“What car?” she asked, turning around.
“There’s a car that keeps driving past.” He moved closer to her. “We’re going inside while I send Brody the license plate. He works for Ink. And then you can explain why you didn’t tell me about the message on the garage door.”
