Page 84 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Pure terror stretched across her reddened face.

Curling an arm around Bianca’s waist, I inched out the door assessing our surroundings.

Brock waved us toward him from the driver’s seat. I pulled my Glock from my holster and unleashed bullets on the monster truck to my right.

The second we reached the SUV I opened the door with my free hand. “Get in. Give me an AK,” I ordered as I continued shooting at the oversized truck.

She wasted no time placing the rifle in my hand. Remy fired shots from the second SUV behind Brock.

I shoved my Glock into my holster. Gripping the AK-forty-seven I stalked toward the monster truck.

In my periphery I noticed a fire. Car horns blared around us from the chaos.

“You motherfuckers blew up my fucking truck.”

Ritchie approached. “Here.”

I stopped shooting and took the grenade Snatching out the pin, I threw the grenade. The put the truck in reverse. He thought he could escape the grenade. I had one hell of an arm. He couldn’t escape it.

The grenade struck and Ritchie and I climbed into the truck. Brock tore through the parking lot.

Fuck, I’d have to order another truck. Chicago cost me a lot of money.

“Catch, you need to call in a favor,” Ritchie said.

My palm met the door. Anger coursed through my veins. “Fuck, I know.”

Ritchie said I needed to call my father. And in turn I told him he needed to call his.

“I think it’s time you bring uncle up to speed as well,” I bit out.

Ritchie’s jaw twitched. He wasn’t happy either.

Focus on your woman, Catch.

I pulled Bianca into my arms. “How does a hot bath sound?”

She snuggled into me. “Good.”

Her hand swayed my chest. “Guess, I get to meet my future father-in-law soon.”

“Yes, bombshell you do.”

An hour later, we poured into the back door of the warehouse. We were all exhausted.

I pushed Bianca into our bedroom and closed the door behind us.

“I’ll get the water running.”

“Ok,” she said as she sat on the bed, kicking off her shoes.

Moments later, I scooped my half sleep woman off the bed.

I nuzzled her ear. “Bath time sweetheart.”

Bringing some sort of peace to our chaotic night was the goal. I undressed us, pinned her hair up, then helped her into the tub.

Bianca curled up into my arms. “Tonight was so fucking fun,” she laughed.

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