Page 25 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

My job was to watch Tori, not Bianca. It just so happened to work out in my favor. Tori would fall right into my clutches.

I pointed my Glock around the chair.

“Ah,” the girls screamed.

“Keep it down,” I ordered.

“Listen, my job was to watch Tori. I’m just here doing as my cousin asked. I have no intention of hurting anyone. Just keep your mouths shut and we’ll be out of here soon,” I bit out.

“He isn’t going to harm anyone,” Bianca smacked her lips.

My brows lowered. “Do you think I’m soft, Bianca?”

“No. I think you’re crazy.”

I shrugged. “That’s probably what Jake from the mechanic shop thought right before I murdered him.”

Bianca’s eyes grew in size before narrowing to slits. Gasps fell from her friend’s lips behind us.

“Again, be quiet,” I demanded.

Hat pulled low and my Glock secured, I hopped out of the van. It was time to play with Tori. After revealing my identity, she calmed down. She couldn’t believe my cousin went togreat lengths to protect her. When a man fell in love, he’d do everything in his power to protect his woman.

***P***

The ladies were quite the bunch. They were professional thieves and had no problem taking out their own trash within their group.

Bianca exited a back room wearing the tiniest dress. Men whistled and said shit like hey baby. I filed their faces to memory.

Bianca took my hand. “Not here, Catch. Please don’t remove anyone else from existence. She stared at me with those almond shaped eyes.

I sighed. “Fine.” My other hand caressed her waist.

She smirked and pressed her lips against mine. “You get this one display of affection. That should stop the other men from hollering at me. If for some reason it doesn’t Catch, please leave them.

My chest rose and fell as I peeked from the corner of my eye at a motherfucker’s eyes still on my woman’s ass.

“Bianca,” I warned, trying to clamp down my anger, that was boiling over the sides of the Dutch oven.

She yelled in my ear over the music. “Later tonight, I’ll get on my knees and suck your dick.”

I slowed my breathing. “Ok, I won’t off anyone.”

Bianca smirked. “I have to take care of something important.”

I nodded as she walked away.

The words ‘don’t kill anyone’ ran through my brain. For her, I wouldn’t murder any of the sorry bastards.

The girls were in the room for a long time before they emerged holding up what looked like a drunk Tyra. They were up to something. My cousin’s woman needed to remain under constant surveillance. I could tell she had her hands on a lot ofthings. He and I would find out all the different pockets she had her hands in before we left Chicago.

The girls strolled toward the back door, struggling to keep Tyra upright. I knew I should’ve carried her the moment we were out of view. But I wanted them to suffer a little while longer. That was for keeping me out of the loop.

Then Tori sent Bianca over to get rid of me. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I’d keep an eye on Tori no matter what.

I kissed my woman in front of her friends. She fell apart in my arms. The connection between us was obvious to everyone but Bianca.

After I scooped up Bianca and placed her in the truck, I moseyed over and gathered Tyra in my arms, and positioned her in the backseat of the Range Rover. Once we were in the truck, I sat Bianca on my lap. She pretended to be angry with me, yet ground her ass into my crotch every few seconds. She wasn’t slick. Bianca wanted to feel my hard cock against her ass.

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