Page 46 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

The way Callum kept ending those who said something out of line or just down right used me for their personal enjoymentwas the sexiest thing I’d ever encountered. I mean, the man eliminated a problem I put to the back of my mind. A problem I endured to keep my brother from losing his job.

My brother deserved to get out of the hood. To be honest, we all did. After the immense amount of money the girls and I made in the final heist, we didn’t have to stay. Well, technically, we had to stay a little while longer because we’d have to spend the money in small increments. First, I’d buy a used car so Mom could keep my old one. In time, I’d purchase a new house for my family.

In that moment when Catch held the assholes gagged and bound before me, I thought oh shit, he really messed up the arrangement I had with HQ.

HQ, Darius, and Marquis hadn’t bothered with me because they were off playing with their other toys. Not to mention, Darius and Marquis wouldn’t dare approach me without their ringleader. Who luckily was living on campus and didn’t come home that often as of late due to his strenuous training schedule.

So many terrible thoughts ran through my mind. Like if HQ’s uncle noticed he disappeared, he’d end my brother’s career in an instant. I knew if my brother lost that job, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. It didn’t matter how much his boss loved his work. If Jacquel was accused of sexual harassment, they’d fire him. I couldn’t let my brother’s career go up in flames because of some spoiled, entitled man whore.

The second I witnessed the lengths Catch would go through not only to protect me but my brother, I realized wholeheartedly he was the man for me.

My man might’ve been a little rough around the edges. Didn’t behave like a normal human being. Bought my bath gel in mass quantities. And told me I was his forever and proved it every day. Yeah, he was mine. He didn’t have to do things perfectly bysociety's standards. All that mattered was how we felt about each other.

I remembered turning my face to the ceiling, inhaling the coppery blood and meaty scent of carnage covering the warehouse floor. Catch had given me my life back. He gave me ideas on how to handle other problems lurking in the darkness. This new feeling of freedom was refreshing. I felt like a new woman.

Strong hands squeezed my shoulders from behind. “Bombshell, are you ok?” Catch’s deep voice vibrated the bathroom walls.

I blinked away the memory. “Yes, I’m fine.” Facing him, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Don’t let me go,” I breathed, taking in his handsome face.

He hoisted me onto the counter, then stepped between my legs. I locked my limbs behind his muscled back.

“Callum, can we go back to bed and watch TV all day?”

He sighed into my hair. “Unfortunately, that’s not how war works. The guys and I have to secure vehicles, weapons and ammo.”

I pulled back, peering into his gray eyes. “What should the girls and I do?”

“Be ready to go at a moment’s notice.”

Catch cupped my cheeks. His eyes roamed my face like he was savoring this moment.

“Callum, don’t look at me like that. You’re coming back to me.”

His smile rose and fell. “I just never had a woman before. Never had to worry about if I didn’t make it how my death would affect others. But now I have you. My forever. Even in death, you’re mine.”

My brows lowered. “Catch, you go out there and show them you’re the best. The girls and I will be ready to roll.”

Callum’s lips took mine with need. Like an obsessed man would. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he muttered against my lips.

My heart squeezed in my chest as my hands dropped to his pecs. “I’m serious. Come back to me. I need you.”

His eyes lit up when I told him I needed him. It was like he grew stronger and more confident before my eyes, if that was possible.

“Bianca, I’ll bulldoze through everyone and everything to come back to you.”

I harnessed his words as I stood on the hot pavement in the grid locked traffic in Downtown Chicago, firing an AK-forty-seven. I barely heard Catch over the earpiece during the chaos that erupted close to Man-Man and Tori’s condo.

My best friends were dragging a man down the street to safety. The sheer strength of my girls came through on their faces and in their movements. We were the shit. I loved my best friends. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for them.

After things died down, that fucker GT sent a text to my burner. In the hood, you couldn’t just own a regular phone. The girls and I had two phones. We flew under the radar because our hands were in so many deep pockets in Chicago. We couldn’t make deals on phones registered in our names. Over the years, GT texted me with info for Man-Man. I then passed the information to Tori, who relayed it to Man-Man.

GT: B, I’m taking the block.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath as I leaned against the fridge a few feet from where Catch and I killed HQ and his friends.

My heart banged in my chest before it eased up at the realization that Catch, Rémy, and Romeo were in the process of moving our families to safety.

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