Page 129 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“You’re mine now, Mrs. Rizzo...Forever,” he growled.

My hands caressed his clean-shaven jaw. Catch’s stormy gray eyes watched me intently as the sweetest orgasm washed over me.

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The chandelier that adorned the center of the room was nothing short of breathtaking; its oversized crystal teardrop shape caught and reflected the light in a mesmerizing way. The head table, reserved for the bride and groom, was covered in pink rose petals and situated above all the other tables at the front of the room. Surrounding the space were six circular booths with elegant leather seats in a rosy gold hue. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Each table was draped in a luxurious pink-gold cloth, with stunning flower arrangements as centerpieces.

The DJ had the music pumping as we walked in. It was amazing. I couldn’t believe this was my wedding reception. My mother and father’s mouths hung open. I knew they thought the same thing. This was something strictly for the rich and famous. Now I was rich. It would still take some getting used to.

Catch lifted my hand prompting me to spin. His tongue slicked over his lower lip as his eyes drank me in. To think those lips were just between my thighs. I wished I could take him into a corner and fuck him senseless.

No Bianca, it’s party time.

My girls came over and stole me from my husband. We hit the wooden dance floor in the center of the room and danced to two songs.

Rémy and Romeo handed us champagne glasses, their smiles wide and celebratory.

Nearby, Ritchie wrapped his arms around Tori, pulling her close as he trailed kisses along her neck. It was clear he wanted my bestie all to himself now.

Rémy and Romeo positioned themselves behind Asia, who leaned into their strong, steady presence. Simone stood with Ezra, gazing up at him with an unspoken connection. His arm draped casually around her waist, and they looked like two old souls who had known each other forever.

Catch took my free hand, kissed my ring, and drew me against his firm chest. My mom hugged Dad, while my brothers stood by their side, proud smiles on their faces.

My father-in-law popped the first bottle of champagne with a flourish. He moved around the room, filling our glasses with the bubbly. Once finished, he stepped into the center of our circle, raising his glass high. Laurena slipped her arm through Callum Sr.’s, beaming with joy.

“To the bride and groom,” he toasted. “May you both share a long and beautiful life together.”

“Salute!” we all cheered, the word ringing out in unison as we clinked glasses.

We chugged our champagne. A few servers appeared. We placed our empty glasses on one of the trays.

Catch whisked me to the center of the dance floor. He held me tightly in his arms as we swayed to the slow ballad.

Asia whistled.

Simone clapped. “Awe, our bestie looks so beautiful.”

Tori yelled, “All right, Mr. and Mrs. Rizzo.”

My cheeks hurt from smiling so much today. Even after the wedding crasher tried to stop my wedding my day was still beautiful.

Now if we could enjoy our meal, then the cake we would be home free.

Glancing across the room, I noticed one of the server’s lips moving. He was probably wearing an earpiece.

No, no, no.

My heart lurched in my chest.

Holding a framed smile on my face, I peered into my husband’s eyes. “Somethings not right.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

RECEPTION CHAOS

CATCH

My gaze swept across the faces in the room.

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