Page 109 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

A spark of electricity zinged through my body.

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Once I had collected my winnings from the cashier, the girls and I headed to the craps and roulette tables. To our delight, we all walked away with some extra cash in our pockets.

“Are you ladies ready to go?” Brock asked.

“Yes,” I said.

Brock led us outside where a chauffeur was waiting with the door to a super stretch pink hummer limousine open.

I looked over at Brock, surprised. "Is that for us?"

He nodded in response. The girls and I excitedly climbed into the limo, and I immediately removed my veil and tossed it onto the plush white leather seats. Standing up, I poked my head through the huge sunroof and the girls followed suit, shouting "Chicago's in the house!"

“Bianca’s getting married.” The girlsyelled it out loud for everyone to hear.

My stomach dropped at the thought of being separated from Catch. We had been inseparable for weeks and now we were expected to live apart for a significant portion of each month. I couldn't even remember when he said I would see him again. But I had to focus on the present, especially with the girls around. If they sensed my worry, they would bombard me with questions. Plus, I couldn't move out of state right now anyways.

We needed to get rid of Tyra once and for all before I could even think about visiting my second home in Jersey City.

As we gazed upon the glimmering casinos under the night sky, Tori exclaimed, "It's time to party!" as we settled into our seats.

Simone reached for the bottle of champagne nestled in the ice bucket.

We each grabbed a delicate champagne flute. With a flick of her wrist, Simone popped the cork, and we watched as the bubbly liquid shot out like a geyser.

We chuckled as she filled our glasses with champagne.

“Tomorrow at this time our bestie will be a married woman,” Asia yelled.

The girls and I didn’t waste time draining our glasses.

The Hummer came to a halt. We piled out of the limousine. We thanked the chauffeur before entering the Mirage casino. Brock was on our heels.

Low chatter hummed across the casino floor while people gambled at slot machines and tables.

A popular song shook the floor as we approached the night club. Two huge bouncers stood on either side of the entrance. Brock stepped in front of us whispering something in one of the bouncers' ears.

The bouncer nodded, then smiled at me and the girls.

“Welcome Mrs. Rizzo and guests.” He extended his hand to the expansive night club. “Enjoy your night.”

I smiled.

Mrs. Rizzo. That was all my fiancé’s doing.

My grin grew as we entered the venue. The neon hues of purple and blue illuminated the sea of bodies moving in unison on the dance floor.

A waitress approached, smiling. “Good evening. My name is Michelle. I’ll be your server tonight.”

The girls and I greeted her.

“Thank you for choosing our night club to celebrate your bachelorette party. I’ll lead you ladies to your table in V.I.P. Enjoy any of the four dance floors.”

We squeezed each other’s fingers as we halted at the oversized table filled with top shelf liquor.

“If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask,” Michelle said before walking toward a neon blue bar.

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