Page 26 of Bark Or Bite


Font Size:  

“I know you thought we were doing this the wrong way, but believe me, we’ve seen trainers and kennels doing it the wrong way. Almost always, it’s driven by money. Greed. Good old-fashioned greed.”

“How do you make money if you’re killin’ puppies?” asked George.

“They’re selling them to unsuspecting people, using some of them for other purposes,” said Della.

“Other purposes?” frowned Sven.

“Labs. I know it’s horrible, but we did a film not long ago at the border between the U.S. and Canada. While we were there, there was a news story about a lab using kittens and puppies to test consumer products.”

“That’s illegal,” frowned Sven.

“Yes, it is. Which is why they do it behind closed doors, not letting anyone see. The mills provide the dogs they need, and usually, no one knows the difference.”

“Then why are these men selling some of the puppies?” asked Antoine.

“Could be that they don’t need them, they have enough already in their lab. Or they could be selling them without the laboratory’s knowledge. You never know, but I would bet that’s the case,” said Roy.

“He’s right. They might be breeding them without the lab’s knowledge and trying to sell them. Most of these people have no clue what it takes to ensure a puppy is born into a healthy environment. They live in the country, probably deep in a forested area where fleas are the first thing in their little lives.”

“Just makes me sick,” said George, shaking his head.

“We’d love to show you our entire facility,” said Roy. “We appreciate what you’re trying to do, and sorry for the misunderstanding earlier. Do you have time? We could show you how a good facility looks.”

“We have time,” smiled Antoine.

It took nearly two hours of walking through the facility to see everything that the couple was doing. The kennels were pristine, all heated and air-conditioned. The dogs were happy, healthy, and had plenty of playtime with their friends.

Thanking the couple, they left and headed back to Belle Fleur, feeling more unsure than they were before.

“Are there any labs in the area?” asked Sven.

“I’m sure there are,” said Antoine. “We’ll get Code to look into those for us and make a plan to include them on our list. I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

“We’ll stop ‘em, Antoine,” said George.

“I know, George. It’s just that I’ll never be able to figure out why people are so mean. There just isn’t a reason for it. These are helpless, defenseless animals.” George nodded, giving a little chuckle.

“Maybe one day the animals will rise up and strike back. That’d serve us right.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Pork walked in the door of the cabin and immediately recognized a scent that wasn’t familiar to his home. Katherine’s perfume. It made him smile, filled with warmth and fulfillment.

“Katherine?” he called.

“Back here,” she called back. He kicked off his shoes and walked to the bedroom, where she was placing her clothes in the closet. She was wearing only a bra and panties. “I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to get everything put away.”

“If this is how I get to come home every night, you can do whatever the hell you like,” he grinned, walking toward her. He placed his rough hands at her waist, turning her in his arms. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“So are you,” she smiled, walking backwards toward the bed. “I need you.”

“I need you, too,” he growled into her neck.

She unzipped his trousers, her hand sliding inside, gripping his thick cock. Moaning, he could barely breathe. She gently stroked him, her thumb rubbing the wet head of his beautiful manhood.

Pork lifted her off her feet, laying her back against the bed, and pulled the panties off her body. She unhooked the front-close bra, her gorgeous, creamy breasts jiggled against her chest. He pulled her toward the edge of the bed, his cock lined up to her sweet pussy, and drove in. Suckling her nipples, she moaned, writhing against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Forrest. Forrest, please, faster.” He pulled out, and she gasped. “No!”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com