Page 131 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

That psychopath motherfucker chose to destroy my reception for his precious sister.

“Ritchie, toss me one of those rifles. It’s time to go on a little hunt.”

“Woohoo,” Ritchie howled.

My cousin and I were ready to unleash some vengeance on these assholes. I peeked over my shoulder and reached out my hand. Ritchie threw me an AR-fifteen, which I caught with ease.

“Let’s move out, Ritchie.”

My anger was boiling over as we took down each of the servers with effortless precision.

“Rémy, Romeo, make sure everyone gets out safe. Ritchie and I will find that motherfucker,” I shouted.

“We’re on it.” Rémy nodded.

Ritchie and I hastily made our way into the kitchen, unsure of what awaited us. Out of nowhere, a frying pan came hurtling towards my head.

"Duck, Ritchie!" I shouted as I narrowly avoided being hit.

I aimed my rifle at the woman who threw the pan. She quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I don't kill women, but my wife and her friends do," I stated confidently.

Ritchie and I exchanged amused looks before focusing back on the situation at hand.

"Sit down," I commanded, as Ritchie secured her wrists with zip ties.

Without wasting any time, we continued onward. Suddenly, a loud boom reverberated from the next room, causing the ground to shake beneath our feet. My heart pounded against my chest as I hoped our team had successfully evacuated the women and the rest of the family from the building.

Bullets hurled through the air as we approached the back door. Staring through our scopes, Ritchie and I branched off.

Three men popped out, firing their weapons. I dropped to the floor and waved my AR-fifteen side to side spraying their legs with bullets.

Their screams and grunts filled my ears bringing a smile to my lips. I fired three shots. One to the head for each of them.

Moving back to the rear entrance, I smirked at Ritchie. “Are we clear?” I asked.

“Yup,” he replied.

I reached for the doorknob and counted down from three before swinging the door open. Ritchie kept watch through his scope as we cautiously stepped outside. My heart raced as I saw five SUVs directly in front of us, one with a mounted machine gun on its roof.

“Catch, I see you and your cousin made it past my hired guns,” Mavin growled into a CB from the passenger seat.

“You have until five pm to return my sister or else the Massas go to war with the Espositos. I wonder how they’ll feel about their precious bodyguard creating an unnecessary war,” he chuckled.

My brows lowered. “If you want to go to war. Fine. The war will be with the Pituccos. My family. Not the Espositos.”

He leaned forward holding my gaze. “It’s been decided war with the Espositos if she’s not returned.”

Fuck!

“You’ll receive a call from your sister once she reaches a private airstrip in Baltimore at seven eastern time this evening,” I bit out.

Silence.

“Smart man. Trying to escape more bloodshed?” he questioned.

“No, there’s just no reason for any more men to die today. However, if you’re ready to die right here, right now. I have no problem blowing you to fucking smithereens,” I sneered.

His face twisted into a snarl. “Sounds like you want to wipe me off the map.”

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