Page 162 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

He exhaled slowly. “I know.”

A groan came from the floor.

“That bitch is supposed to be dead,” Mavin spat, voice thick with pain.

Catch didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a fistful of Mavin’s jacket and rained down blow after blow onto his already mangled face. Blood splattered across the floor, each hit more savage than the last.

“No one disrespects my wife,” Catch growled. “And you damn sure won’t live to talk about it.”

Asia, Simone, and Tori stood by my side as we watched Catch unleash his wrath on our enemy.

"It's torture time," Tori sang gleefully.

CATCH’S VOICE BOOMEDthrough the warehouse. “You didn’t just disrespect the Pituccos. You disrespected the Espositos—and the rest of the five families. We are a fucking unit.”

Nick’s dark laughter filled the room from the laptop speakers. “I’ll be there soon.” Then the screen went black.

I turned to the girls. “Let’s eat. Then we’ll get dressed.”

AFTER DINNER, WE STROLLEDback to the torture area, the air thick with screams and the metallic tang of blood.

My mind should’ve been focused on the job at hand, but something else gnawed at the edges of my thoughts—I was pregnant.

How the hell had Catch managed that?

I shook the thought away as my gaze landed on Melina.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Catch got me pregnant. I didn’t even know how he did it.

“Melina, it’s so good to see you again. My friends and I were so disappointed we didn’t get to torture you at my wedding reception.”

“Fuck you, bitch,” Melina snarled.

She lunged against the restraints from her spot in the wooden chair beside Mavin.

Mavin’s agonized screams filled the room as Catch worked him over, his pain drowned out only by the sounds of our men tearing through the remaining Massa soldiers. Ritchie and the bodyguards were relentless, blood staining their gloves, boots, and knives.

I rested my gloved hands on my knees and looked at Melina through my plastic face shield. Since she was a spitter, I needed extra protection for my face.

She grinned through bloodied teeth and let another glob of spit fly.

It splattered against the shield.

I calmly grabbed a wet nap off the small table, wiped the shield clean, and tossed the cloth onto the plastic-covered floor.

I flashed a wicked smile. “Let’s see how well you spit after this.”

The wire cutters felt perfect in my grip as I stepped closer, tilting my head. “Black Barbie’s about to shut you up.”

Melina’s eyes widened in horror as I gripped her face and snipped her bottom lip in two places right above her chin.

Blood trickled down her chin. Then gushed.

She wailed, her screams bouncing off the walls.

I leaned in, whispering against her ear. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not done.”

I winked, and my best friends moved in—Asia, Simone, and Tori, knives flashing under the fluorescent light. They stabbed and sliced, their blades sinking into her flesh. as I squeezed her jaw forcing her mouth to open. I snipped her tongue.

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