Page 111 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Bianca, and I go way back,” the man stated.

Rage crept higher up my back. “I don’t give a fuck. Get your fucking hands off my fiancée.”

“Murf?” Bianca said as she removed his hands from her waist.

“That won’t save him, bombshell,” I snarled.

She turned to the side and her eyes moved between us. “This is my fiancé, Catch.”

His brows rose. “Bianca, you were supposed to wait for me.”

Her eyes widened. “Fucking stop with the jokes.”

My hand curled around her arm pulling her back as I stepped toe to toe with Murf.

“She’s fucking mine,” I bit out.

“You should rethink what you said because I’m two seconds away from snapping your neck on this dance floor,” I warned.

“Bro, what’s your deal?” He shook his head.

“I’ve known Bianca since we were kids. My cousin dated Asia. I always had a thing for Bianca but never told her. Only because she immediately friend zoned me. My cousin and I moved to Vegas a year ago. Imagine my surprise when I see the girl of my dreams miles away from where we’re from. I took it as a sign.”

My hand curled the front of his button up shirt. “I don’t give a fuck what you felt for her. I don’t play well with others when it comes to her.”

Bianca placed her hand on my arm. “Please, Catch, let it go. Murf is a friend.”

Slowly, I released his shirt. This woman could possibly stop me from chopping a motherfuckers head off seconds away from his death.

“Simone,” Bianca called out.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Will you flag down a waitress? We need a round of drinks.” Bianca flashed an awkward grin.

“Sure,” she yelled over the music.

“Congratulations, Catch.” Murf said, extending his hand. “You’re a lucky man.”

I placed my hand in his as a devilish smirk hit my lips. My hand squeezed his as I pulled him close. “We’re not cool after that stunt you pulled. She’s my fucking fiancée,” I yelled in his ear.

“I have no problem ending those who think they can come between us,” I snapped.

He inched backward and I released his hand.

“You’re fucking crazy,” Murf shouted, his voice cutting through the music.

Snaking an arm around Bianca’s waist, I smiled. “You’re right. I’m crazy for her.”

Bianca’s eyes narrowed, and I caught the flicker of hurt in them. Shit, I was ruining her night.

I sighed as my eyes fell on her friend. “Murf, I want to see my woman happy. Catch up with Bianca and the girls.”

If I learned he flirted with Bianca after I left the dance floor, I’d make sure his disappearance was swift and conveniently timed before the honeymoon.

He exhaled, tension melting from his shoulders. “Cool.

Bianca cupped my cheek, her touch soft and grounding. “Thank you.”

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