Page 82 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Halting in front of the convenience store, I glared to my left again. This time one of the guys met my gaze. He pointed a finger at me letting me know he saw me.

I continued to the Escalade. “Bianca, here you are.” I placed the items in her hands.

“Thank you, Catch.”

The heat of the man’s gaze felt like it was burning a hole in my head as I removed the fuel nozzle from the tank.

Once in the truck, I drove out of the service station merging into traffic. Bianca wasted no time dipping her chips in the cheese. The smell of nacho cheese filled the air.

“Would you like some, Catch?”

“No, thanks.”

Once I reached the second light, I noticed a familiar car two cars back. I shot Ritchie a text while Bianca stared out the windshield. As I turned onto the highway, I tapped play on Bianca’s play list. She wiggled her ass in her seat as she bellowed out the popular song. My woman was enjoying her own concert. Which was good. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to point a Glock out the window and kill the fucker following me.

Ritchie texted back. He and the rest of our crew was on their way.

Bianca and I had more than enough fire power in the trunk. Bianca wouldn’t hesitate to blow the assholes tires out.

Fifteen minutes later, we drove into the parking lot of the restaurant. The parking lot was jammed packed. Great, I selected the most popular restaurant in Schaumburg.

I helped Bianca out of the passenger seat. Pulling Bianca into my arms, I could feel my heart beating wildly and pulsing in my ears.

My hand rested on my Glock in my waist holster as the guy’s heated gaze lingered as he drove slowly in the direction of the restaurant.

“I’m starving,” I stated pushing in front of me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Watching that sweet little ass.”

She shook her head.

Really, I was keeping her safe. I yanked open the door and she strutted inside. It felt like a weight had been lifted off me.

The guys would be here soon. Bianca and I would finally have back up.

We were greeted by the hostess.

I leaned into her ear. “Tell the chef I’ll pay him two thousand cash if he’ll prepare our meals first.” Stepping back I placed two one-hundred-dollar bills in her hand. “This is for you.”

She smiled brightly. “I’ll get you two seated then I’ll speak to the chef.”

“Thank you,” Bianca said.

“We’ll take that table against the wall.” I nodded toward it.

“Not a problem.”

My fiancées smile dropped the second we were seated. “What the hell is going on?”

“Bombshell, you said you were hungry. Just trying to feed you as soon as possible.” I picked up the menu, scanning it quickly.

“Catch, I knew we should’ve stayed home.”

I reached over wrapping a hand around her waist as I whispered in her ear. “This is a special night for us. We couldn’t celebrate at home. I wanted to take you out.”

She met my gaze. “Callum, I don’t care about this fancy restaurant. Celebrating our special moment at home would’ve been just fine. As long as I could stare into your beautiful gray eyes.”

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