Page 161 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I ignored him, my eyes locked on Roberto.

“Both of your children get to watch you die,” I said coldly.

“No!” Roberto’s broken voice filled the warehouse.

“You thought you could force the Pituccos and the Massas into becoming one family?” I sneered. “Fuck no.”

"Papa," Melina cried out, tears streaming down her face as she watched her father's imminent death.

Nick turned to Beauvo. “Hand me that.”

Beauvo stepped out of view, then returned. He placed something heavy in Nick’s gloved hand. A hammer.

“Oh, you didn’t think we’d let you off that easy, did you?” Nick taunted, grinning sadistically. We love blood.” He let out a low chuckle.

Laughter rippled through the warehouse—dark, merciless.

Nick lifted the hammer.

“Goodbye, bitch.”

Crack.

“Papa! Papa!” Melina’s screams echoed as the hammer came down on her father’s head again. And again.

When the gory work was done, I turned to her, my expression stone-cold. “All you had to do was find another man to marry and leave me the fuck alone.”

Tears streaked down her face, but she managed to lift her chin defiantly. “Fuck you,” she spat.

The glob of spit landed on my combat uniform.

A slow, deliberate silence filled the room.

Then—Bianca stepped beside me.

“You just spit on the wrong woman’s husband.”

BIANCA

THIS BITCH REALLY THOUGHTshe’d keep spitting on my husband.

Why? Because he didn’t hit or kill women?

That was fine. I did.

My fist connected with her jaw, the sickening crack echoing through the warehouse. She flew sideways, crashing onto her brother.

“Oh, the things I plan to do to you,” I murmured, a slow smirk curling my lips.

Catch watched me with pride, his own smile flickering beneath the rage still burning in his eyes. I’d been furious all day—until I thought I was about to lose him. That terror had dulled what my husband had done.

You know, somehow magically getting me pregnant.

Now wasn’t the time to think about it. I’d wait until later, when he and I were alone.

I rose on my toes and pressed my lips to his. Claiming him.

“You scared me, Catch,” I whispered.

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