Page 133 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

"On it, Catch."

Why was his name Lift? Probably because he was built like a wide receiver and could probably lift the car if needed.

Catch intertwined our fingers as we made our way towards the entrance. He pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

The white warehouse was massive, almost half the size of a football stadium. It was surrounded by other warehouses in the industrial park, but there was plenty of space between each one.

"Are you opening a casino?" I asked, taking in the sight.

He glanced at me with darkening gray eyes. "Any property I purchase now that we're married is ours." His lips brushed against mine.

"Everything I own is now ours," he asserted.

I gasped in surprise. "Callum?"

“Don’t argue with me, Mrs. Rizzo.”

The biggest smile curled my lips. “I love when you call me Mrs. Rizzo.”

“I love calling you Mrs. Rizzo. As soon as we’re done here, we’re going to fuck and make love all night.” He took my lips in a bruising kiss.

I was breathless by the time he released my lips. “Now come on. Let’s get this business handled so I can handle your fine ass later.”

I giggled as we walked inside.

Two figures sat rigidly on wooden chairs in the center of the enormous warehouse.

“Catch, what the fuck?” The words fell from my lips as I tried to process the scene before me.

My feet felt like lead weights, refusing to budge from the unforgiving cement floor.

“Come on, Mrs. Rizzo.”

“Catch, what have you done?”

“Bombshell, it’s your wedding gift.”

There were two people with black cloth bags over their faces.

He said it’s my wedding gift.

“Take a peek,” Catch urged.

I stalked across the plastic sheet covering the floor. It was best I removed the sacks like removing Band-Aids from scabs.

I tore the bags off their heads, quickly.

Stepping back, my lips parted.

“How? When? Why?” I asked.

“You said you wanted to take care of him yourself. I’m taking care of Stevie. He should’ve been disposed of back on the South Side. Hey, better late than never,” Catch chuckled.

With a muffled and angry growl, my captive spat out, "Fucking bitch."

Catch reacted in an instant, plunging a switchblade into the man's thigh.

His eyes widened as he yelled around the gag.

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