Page 52 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Bullets left my Glock hurling through the air, slamming into a few of the men.

“Bianca, get back into the truck,” Catch demanded.

Rémy, Romeo, and Asia ran past me toward the second SUV.

Where were Tori and Simone?

I jumped into the SUV and Catch tore out behind another vehicle. My heart pounded in my chest. “Kam, buckle up.” He did as I requested.

“Fuck,” Catch shouted, slamming his fist into the steering wheel.

Romeo and the others followed closely.

“Where’s Tori and Simone?” I rushed out.

“In the Range Rover with the asshole. Rosco fucking kidnapped them,” he groaned.

Bile rose in my throat. Rosco was supposedly the worst kind of monster between him and Man-Man. But that stunt Man-Man pulled kidnapping my brother removed the veil from my eyes. I no longer saw him as a rich dope dealer. Instead, I saw him for what he really was. A ruthless king pin who would do anything to survive on the South Side.

I could tell Catch was beside himself. That scowl on his handsome face wouldn’t leave anytime soon. Pulling my brother back into my arms, I held him tight. The horror of the night played out in my head over and over again until I dosed off.

My boyfriend would drive nonstop in order to rescue my best friends. After my brother hopped into the backseat, my man told me to climb into his lap.

Being surrounded by his addictive scent made the butterflies in my belly flutter up a storm. I couldn’t believe the beautiful man I hated at first sight was now mine.

Nuzzling my nose in his neck while his strong arm held me tight, I cried. I hadn’t cried that hard in years. Not since I was blackmailed by HQ. My little brother Kam could’ve died because of me. That broke me. I didn’t know if I’d ever be the same after today.

Bianca, you’re strong. And fierce. Go after your enemies. Use your strength and rage that’s brewing in your heart and unleash it on all of them.

A small smile teetered at the corners of my lips.

I’d make them all pay.

***P***

My brother poked his head up a few times during the gun battle that played out in Utah.

Ritchie fought for my best friend like no other man in her life. It was beautiful to see how much he cared for her. The man limped across the gas station parking lot, peering through the scope of an AR fifteen unloading bullets into those assholes. I witnessed the man visibly wince, but he never wavered. Ritchie’s fist pounded into Rosco’s face while Catch, Rémy, and Romeo rescued Tori and Simone.

After rescuing my friends, the wild ride continued. Rosco’s men caught up with us on the highway. This was the most action my brother had seen outside the South Side of Chicago in his life.

His steps faltered as we approached the stairs of the jet.

Kam stretched his hands out, eyes wide. “Bianca, this is a real jet.” He grinned like this was the coolest thing ever before running up the stairs.

“Yeah,” I muttered, trying to take the good with the bad as I followed.

My brother was almost killed less than twenty-four hours ago. If this jet could bring him some sort of joy, I’d take it.

Kam smiled up at me from the plush leather seat near the window. “Is this your boyfriend’s jet?”

“Um-” I started.

Strong hands grabbed my arms from behind. “Kind of. Both jets belong to my family.”

Kam’s eyes grew in size again. “Wow. So cool.”

Catch’s lips grazed the shell of my ear. “Once we’re in the air take the stairs. There are restrooms and a second kitchen on that level.”

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