Page 122 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Neither of Callum’s parents gave off killer vibes.

“What about Catch’s dad?” I asked.

Silence.

Asia muttered, "He's completely deranged. The type who would put his enemy in a car while they're still conscious, then send the car off a cliff and trigger an explosion before it even hits the water."

Both of my fiancé’s parents were killers. Their murderous blood ran through his body. It explained why he had no problem killing anyone that got under his skin.

The way he dealt with those who caused me pain constantly replayed in my mind. Did it make me insane that my love for him only grew stronger? He would go to any lengths to protect me.

After combing through ten dresses, I reached into a clear garment bag and pulled out a white, glittery embroidered dress. The train was beautiful.

My breath caught in my throat. "Girls, take a look at the intricate jeweled straps running down the back and stopping just above the ass."

The girls ran their fingers over the delicate embroidery on the dress.

“Bianca, it’s stunning,” Tori breathed.

“It’s perfect,” Simone gushed.

Asia let out a low whistle. "Girl, you're going to drive Catch crazy when he sees you walking down the aisle."

"That's exactly my plan," I replied with a sly smile.

I couldn't wait for the moment when my soon-to-be husband would rip the beautiful fabric off my body in a frenzy of passion.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

MY WEDDING

BIANCA

Ismoothed my hand down the embroidered shimmering wedding gown gracing my body.

“For a computer geek I clean up nice, don’t I?”

Tori placed her hands on my bare shoulders. “You do, B.”

She took a step back and observed her appearance in the figure-hugging lavender bridesmaid dress. Her blonde locks cascaded in loose curls resembling ocean waves, making her look absolutely stunning.

Meanwhile, my hair was styled in a low bun with soft waves on one side, reminiscent of the glamorous 1920s era.

Simone also went for a subtle look, with soft pink wavy hair. Asia's honey blonde braids were elegantly pulled into a braided bun on the side of her forehead. Together, we looked radiant and beautiful.

My makeup was full-on glam, with smoky eyes, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and a pop of lavender on my lips.

I was more than ready to marry the love of my life. After receiving something borrowed and something blue from my mother and future mother-in-law, my bridal party and I made our way to the chapel. My father waited off to the side, dressed ina tan suit and navy tie. He cleaned up nicely; although he always wore dress clothes to church, it was rare for me to see him in a full suit. As we walked towards the sanctuary doors, I nodded at Brock who stood along the back wall looking serious as ever. But I understood that was just part of his job.

Dad held up my hand. “You look beautiful, Bianca.”

A smile curled my lips. “Thanks Dad.”

He pulled me into a hug.

Stepping back, he sniffled.

“Dad, what’s wrong?”

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