Page 81 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Catch, you better believe we got your back,” Romeo stated.

“That’s right, Catch. We’re always ready to kill a motherfucker,” Remy growled.

“We won’t let you down, Catch.” Ezra smirked.

I knew my friends would be there for me and Bianca if needed.

***P***

The love and happiness in my future wife’s eyes when I proposed to her took my breath away. Who knew that one question, will you marry me could spark such emotion? Every woman in the world. Luckily, I got my head out of my ass and did the right thing. I asked my beautiful woman to marry me.

While I barreled down the street toward the main intersection, I noticed Bianca grinning from ear to ear as she stared at the engagement ring. She wasted no time jumping on a FaceTime call with her mother.

They carried on about the ring as I pulled into the service station.

My left hand eased into the door pocket as my eyes raced around the service station. Almost every pump was occupied and there was a sea of cars parked along the perimeter. Two menwere speaking heatedly with one another. Their shouting and laughter carried across the service station.

I threw open the door of my Escalade and stepped out. Rap music spilled from all directions. The bass throbbed in my chest from a car parked at the rear. I grabbed the gas nozzle and inserted it into the tank, sliding my gold aviator sunglasses over my eyes as I looked up to see the tinted window rolling down in front of me.

“Catch?” Bianca’s head poked out the window.

“Yes?”

“Will you grab a bag of Flaming Hots, and three containers of nacho cheese?” She smiled sweetly melting my heart.

“Bianca, we’re on our way to dinner.” The last thing I wanted to do was leave my woman alone in the truck. Yes, she could take care of herself. This was her city. But due to being at war things were unstable at the moment. Never knew if and when a drive by would happen.

“Catch, I need a light snack. If you won’t go inside I will.”

She thought I’d let her out the truck wearing the tight little dress I picked out for her. Every man in this lot would ogle my woman. It was bad enough I’d have to deal with eyes on here while we were at the restaurant. But here. Hell, fuck no.

I stepped to her window and pressed my lips against hers, then inched back. “I’ll grab your snack.”

She slid her hand along my jaw, grinning. “Thanks, baby.”

“No problem.” My heart raced in my chest as I strolled across the parking lot. My gaze moved over to the guys again before I walked into the store. If any of those motherfuckers approached my woman, I’d blow a motherfucker’s brains out.

The hot chip snack was one of Bianca’s favorites. I made sure she always had the weird concoction at the warehouse at her disposal.

I ambled down the well-lit aisle, and my eyes caught sight of a shiny bag of Flaming Hot chips. I reached up and grabbed the biggest one they had. The bag crinkled loudly as I made my way over to the hot dog bar. Steam floated off the hot dogs, and the nacho cheese bubbled temptingly in its warming tray.

I filled three small plastic containers with piping hot cheese, careful not to burn myself.

My gaze shifted between slapping lids on the tiny containers to the scenery out the window. People stood pumping gas into their vehicles mindlessly. People mindlessly pumped gas while Bianca danced to the beat of a song on the radio. After gathering a handful of napkins, I sauntered toward the counter and joined four others patiently waiting in line.

A customer stood at the counter. “Put three dollars and eighty-one cents on pump three,” he said. He proceeded to carefully count out the coins.

My woman caught my eye through the window.

Her neck rolled, then she smiled broadly and slapped hands with a stranger before saying her goodbyes. Who was that motherfucker?

It was time to go. "Excuse me?" I held up a fifty-dollar bill. "Put thirty dollars on pump three, take out the cost of my items, and give him the change."

The cashier’s eyes widened. “Ok, baller.” She winked as she slid her hand over her long honey brown braids.

The man at the counter beamed at me. "Thanks, man. May God bless you."

"You're welcome," I said coolly before stalking out the door.

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