Page 89 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

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.”

I loved that I was enough to make her happy. Not my money.

“Bianca, I promise this will be a night you’ll never forget.” I smiled.

The waiter approached to take our order. I slid three one-hundred-dollar bills into his hand after Bianca and I rattled off our orders.

“Bring us a bottle of your best champagne,” I stated.

“Right away.” He flashed a white smile.

My eyes moved around the restaurant. Ritchie and the guys were probably waiting outside. The Tuscany style restaurant had a romantic old charm feel. I couldn’t wait to tear Bianca’s dress from her body the second we arrived home.

Bianca sipped her champagne while staring at me.

“What’s wrong?” I enquired.

She placed her champagne flute on the table. “It feels like everyone’s staring at my ring. The diamond is huge. Damn near blinding. You know I can’t wear this in my neighborhood.”

My eyes darkened. “You can and you will. If someone tries to steal the ring, shoot them,” I gritted out.

The woman at the table to my right placed a hand over her heart and gasped.

Bianca gripped my hand. “You’re going to give that lady a heart attack.” She grinned.

My dark and twisted ways were rubbing off on my future wife.

Bianca placed her left hand in her lap under the table.

“Put your hand on the table right now, Bianca. We’re wealthy. Fuck anyone who has a problem with it.”

She did as she was told and rested her hand uncomfortably on the table. No way would my woman feel like she couldn’t wear her engagement ring. I had to keep in mind Bianca had a problem with spending money. In time, she’d move past those feelings of discomfort.

The waiter brought our food. We wasted no time inhaling the herbs and spices that hit our senses. The steak, chicken, and vegetables looked mouthwatering.

Bianca and I ate off each other’s plates. This woman was truly made for me. I absolutely loved being in her presence. Returning to Jersey without her wouldn’t be easy.Could she really hate her fiancé for drugging and kidnapping her? She’d live in our house just for a few weeks. Then I’d drive her back to Chicago.

“Stop staring at me like that, Catch.” Her eyes sparkled as they met mine.

“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.”

“You’re up to something, Callum.”

My lips pressed against her ear as my eyes darted to the kitchen door. “You know me so well.”

Romeo mouthed. “It’s time to go.”

Fuck.

The sound of an explosion caught my attention. The earth moved beneath my feet.

Shit, shit, shit.

Complete pandemonium broke out. Guests dropped to their knees, hiding under tables. Bianca and I were the only people not screaming. We continued eating our food. I watched as Romeo clocked a guy over the head with the butt of his gun in the kitchen.

He circled his finger in the air, prompting me to get a move on.

“Time to go, baby. Stay close to me.”

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