Page 132 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Mavin, I had no beef with you until you and your sister tried to ruin my wedding and reception,” I spat, still pointing my rifle at his SUV.

He chuckled. “You say that with a machine gun pointed at you. See you soon, Catch.”

They backed out of the parking lot.

Ritchie and I lowered our weapons.

Ritchie slid his hand across his forehead, removing a layer of sweat. “When we return home, we’ll talk to Nick.”

“Agreed, cousin. Time to wipe the Massas off the map.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

MY WEDDING PRESENT

BIANCA

The expressions on my family’s faces spoke volumes.My brothers were in awe, clearly thinking Catch and his crew were total badasses. Even Catch’s dad, who had fired a few shots from under the table to protect us, earned their admiration. Catch’s mom gripped her Glock with practiced ease, mirroring my own firm hold on mine. My mother’s gaze lingered on me, a mix of shock and understanding in her eyes. She’d never actually seen me with a gun before, though she’d found one in my belongings when I was sixteen. While she was upset that I carried a weapon, she also understood that in our neighborhood, it was necessary for protection.

She probably never thought I’d need to carry a weapon after leaving the South Side of Chicago. Now that I was married to a mafia man, I’d have to carry one for the rest of my life. I knew this wasn’t the life my parents had envisioned for me. However, I had no doubt that my husband would go to great lengths to protect me.

WHEN CATCH ARRIVEDat Ritchie and Tori’s suite, my dad had some choice words for him.

“Are you a bodyguard or a mafia boss?” Dad asked, his tone sharp.

Catch met his gaze without flinching. “My family allegedly has deep mafia ties,” he said evenly.

Laurena chimed in, her voice calm but assertive. "My father, Nico Sr., was the alleged boss of the Pitucco family. You can look it up."

She turned to Catch with a proud glint in her eyes. “My son and daughter are royalty. Everyone wants a piece of the Pitucco pie.”

Her gaze softened as she addressed him. “You’ll talk to Nick, right?”

“Of course, Mom,” Catch replied without hesitation.

A satisfied smile spread across her face as she linked arms with Callum Sr. “That’s what I like to hear,” she remarked warmly.

Laurena pulled me into a hug, then embraced Catch. “You two should get going.”

Callum Sr. leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Have a good night,” he said with a kind smile.

“I will,” I replied, feeling a little lighter as we stepped away.

Laurena glanced at my dad. “To ensure your safety, four bodyguards will be assigned to protect your family. Two of them will accompany you tonight, while the other two will guard your hotel room and watch over your sons. Ask for the manager at any casino on the strip. Tell them Laurena Pitucco said to set you up. They’ll know what that means. And if you happen to lose too much money at the tables, Valle will step in and cut you off.” With a smile, they left the suite.

After kissing my family goodbye, Catch and I left as well.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a warehouse in Reno.

"I thought you had sent Melina home," I remarked.

"I did," he confirmed, stepping out of the backseat of the silver Rolls Royce limo.

Catch circled around the car and held my door open for me. One of Catch and Ritchie's many men was our chauffeur for the day.

After helping me out of the car, Catch paused at the driver's door. The heat in Las Vegas was scorching. The sun beat down on my back like it was trying to sear through my skin.

"Lift, keep watch. We'll be out in a moment."

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