Page 130 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“The waiter to my left is wearing an earpiece,” Bianca said.

I was up to date on all things happening around us, but I’d humor my absolutely gorgeous wife.

Fuck, Bianca was finally my wife. I couldn’t wait to be deep inside her pussy. Before we made love tonight, I had a couple of surprises for her.

I tapped my earpiece as I brought the glass of champagne to my lips. “Look alive, fellas. It seems we’ve been infiltrated.” I winked at Bianca.

She pulled her lower lip into her mouth. My wife was turned on.

Holding the glass at my side, I gripped her chin and took her lips in a long passionate kiss. “We’ve got to wrap this show up, Mrs. Rizzo.”

She moaned against my lips. “Then you better get to work. I want to come at least three times tonight.”

I brushed my lips across hers and another moan escaped her.

“Ezra and Brock will take you ladies somewhere safe,” I said firmly.

Bianca’s eyes met mine. “Be careful, Catch.”

“I will, wife,” I promised with a small nod.

Turning to Ezra, I gave the signal. “They’re ready.”

Ezra spoke into his earpiece, his tone steady. “Brock, we’re on the move.”

Bianca swayed her hips confidently as she led the girls away.

I strode over to my father. “Get Mom and the Landrys out of here.”

“Our bodyguards will ensure everyone stays safe,” Dad replied, his voice calm but resolute.

“Keep the boys’ heads down,” I added, taking a step back.

Rémy and Romeo followed me toward the kitchen. I noticed the servers standing around the room lips moving.

A loud click sounded.

“The doors are locked,” Ezra stated.

“Take cover,” I ordered.

The second the Landrys’ slipped under a side booth table; I retrieved my Glock from my waist holster. “You all are fucking done here,” I roared as I fired my weapon.

Pip

Pip

Rémy and Romeo stepped beside me releasing round after round.

The servers pulled weapons from underneath the row of booths outside the kitchen and returned fire.

I glanced back, noticing Ritchie reaching inside a bag of weapons Ezra brought in earlier.

“Brock, blow the door,” I ordered.

“Guys cover me,” Brock yelled into the earpiece.

They were under fire outside too.

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