Page 26 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I insisted Tori bring me up to speed. I found out they planned to get rid of Tyra. She was a shit starter. You could look at her and tell she was a jealous person. You couldn’t be envious of those in your circle and expect them to trust you. Jealousy was the fastest way to a person’s demise.

In my world, she would’ve been sleeping with the fishes a long time ago.

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Standing on the top deck spinning records wasn’t a part of my job description, but it was necessary to keep the guests entertained and occupied. Tori had a job to do, and I’d assist in any way I could.

The night took a dark turn fast. Before I could wrap my mind around the magnitude of the moment Tori was being air lifted to the hospital. I had to piece my woman back together whowas falling apart at the seams due to Tori’s injuries after almost drowning.

I curled a strong arm around her and kept her tucked into my chest where she belonged.

“Tell me about your day. It will keep the negative thoughts from running through my head about my best friend. If only for just a minute.”

“Ok, let’s see.” I pressed my lips against the crown of her head.

“I followed Tori most of the day. Oh, a woman stalked after me as I left the coffee shop. She forced her phone number in my hand.”

Bianca arched a brow. “Forced? So you couldn’t stop her?”

Was Bianca jealous?

“I took it and disposed of it,” I replied.

“Does this happen often?” she asked.

“At least three times a month.”

A scowl took her pretty face. “How would you feel if I took care of her?”

“Bianca, I wouldn’t care.”

Her eyes scanned the desolate waiting room, then met mine.

“I can see the lust in your eyes. You can suck my cock another day.”

She grinned, then blinked twice.

“I almost got sidetracked. When did you stop following us?”

“When you dropped the girls off at the museum,” I replied.

She pondered on my words. “Wait, you mentioned Jake earlier.”

“Yeah, the same Jake who asked you on a date.”

Her lips parted and her eyes widened. “You were in the building?”

“I was.” A smirk hit my lips.

“The asshole asked you on a date. He planned to fuck you,” I bit out.

“Catch,” she interjected.

I shook my head. “Bianca, I forgive you for not telling him you had a man. That’s the last time you conveniently forget to tell a man you’re in a permanent relationship.”

“Catch, the girls and I needed that van,” she protested.

“I don’t give a fuck. From here on out, when you need something, you come to me to handle anything or anyone.”

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