Page 138 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Ipicked up a butcher knife, one of my favorite tools, and pressed it into the soft flesh above his armpit.

“Bianca,” he cried out.

I kept the knife there as I continued speaking. “My best friend was dating Man-Man at the time. You could have ruined her life with your blackmail. And as retaliation, Man-Man could’ve forced us to perform even more dangerous jobs for him. But you didn't know what we were really doing. We were pulling off diamond heists and other criminal activities.” I pushed the knife deeper.

“I remember the first time you told me your plan. You made me lay on my back on the cold floor in that abandoned house and push my tits together so you could use them for pleasure. Afterwards, you came all over my chest and face. And finally, you ran your dick across my lips. I’ll never forget the heavy weight of your hand on my cheek when you warned me what would happen if I told anyone.”

The back of my hand connected with his stubbled jaw in a sharp slap that echoed through the room.

“Shit,” he grunted.

I grabbed the goggles from the tray and carefully slid them over my head, adjusting them to ensure they fit snugly over my eyes.

“My body was your cum dumpster. You hit me in the stomach so nobody would see the bruises." I moved closer.

"Tell my husband how you enjoyed choking me while you jacked off."

GT sniffled. “I-I enjoyed the power,” he admitted.

“I’m thankful you didn’t fuck me like HQ and his friends did, but you still degraded me. Made it impossible for another man to be in my life publicly. If I wanted to date a guy and hang out, I took him to the playhouse. But it was hard to be intimate when I could still feel the touch of other men on my skin.” I shook my head in frustration.

Standing tall, I snatched the butcher knife from his shoulder and dropped it onto the stainless-steel tray beside me.

“You weren’t threatened by Lendel. He was harmless. But when Catch came to my house you felt threatened. Probably couldn’t believe this white man wasn’t afraid of anyone in our neighborhood. Catch’s the first man who looked deep into my soul and saw me. He pleases me in ways no other man could ever do.” I picked up the hammer, my fingers tightening around the handle.

“I’m going to bash your face in now,” I snarled.

“Bianca, no,” GT begged, panic creeping into his voice. “Don’t do this. We go way back.”

“Sometimes you choked me until I blacked out.” My voice trembled and tears streamed down my cheeks.

An evil smirk played on my lips. “This is so fitting.” I peered at the hammer.

“I daydreamed about bashing in your face.”

GT’s eyes widened.

I swung the hammer and felt joy as it plowed into his jaw. A sickening crack followed.

“This is for all the times you hurt me,” I roared.

GT’s blood splattered all over my face.

“Who the fuck are you?” Stevie muttered to my right.

Stopping mid swing, I peered at Stevie. “You asked another man if you could talk to me. Like I would’ve ever given you the time of day. You can’t send your gang after Catch now.”

Stevie’s eyes darkened. “I already did. It’s just a matter of time before they kill him.”

Boisterous laughter rumbled in Catch’s chest. “I can’t wait to come face to face with your gang. They’ll suffer the same fate as HQ, his friends, GT, and you.”

I swung the hammer with all my might, and it hit Stevie's jaw with a loud thud. He let out a gut-wrenching howl of pain that echoed through the room.

“That’s for asking another man if you could have me. Asshole.” I leaned in. “Can’t wait to watch my husband break your body down in the meat grinder.” I pointed toward the back of the warehouse.

Stevie's words were strained and difficult to understand. He spat, and two teeth flew out of his mouth, clattering onto the floor. "You're sick," he managed to choke out between gasps for air.

I felt my husband approach.

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