Page 134 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I reached out to remove the gag from his mouth.

“Don’t touch him without gloves. Your gear is inside the third room on your left.”

He curled his gloved hand around mine and led me into the room.

“I’ll unzip you,” Catch stated.

It seemed Catch considered letting me get undressed on my own. Guess he changed his mind.

Once in the room, he unzipped the back of my dress. “What’s the beef between you two anyway?”

My eyes squeezed shut. “I hid behind my eyeglasses for years hoping it would hide me from the sharks. No such luck. It was like men figured I was a freak in the bedroom because I wore glasses. An undercover freak.” I shook my head.

“It felt like they attracted the freaks and weirdos with fetishes. I still wear them sometimes. They are a part of my identity. Why should I have to change how I look for others?”

I palmed my stomach and paced the room. “You know what HQ and his friends did to me. GT wasn’t any better. He was the man in my neighborhood. He ran the drugs on our block. He wanted me to be his sex slave.”

Catch pulled my back against his chest. “You’re my sex kitten. Not my sex slave.”

“Being with you, Catch, makes me feel cherished and adored. You are the only one I want. Those other men lusted after me in their twisted fantasies. They saw all women as mere objects for their pleasure. I was not the only one they targeted. But I was the one who finally said enough is enough. It didn't matter if I found them repulsive; they felt entitled to take what they wanted. And when I resisted, some of them resorted to violence, leaving me bruised and bloodied while they jacked off and came on my body.”

Catch’s lips brushed my collarbone. “Who abused you, Bianca?”

If I told Catch what GT did, he’d cut him up into tiny pieces. I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

I stepped away and peeled the tight gown off my skin allowing it to pool around my feet.

“How many more men hurt you, Bianca?”

I yanked off my stilettos. “I’m in a position of power now. No one can say I stole money from Man-Man and hold it over my head anymore.”

Catch’s brows lifted like he just figured out who I was talking about.

He stripped off his tuxedo and gritted his teeth. "I'm going to fucking kill him."

Catch wasted no time changing into his black torture gear.

I hurried to keep up, throwing on a pair of black cargo pants and a matching t-shirt. “But you said you brought him here for me.”

“Fuck!” He let out a fierce roar of frustration and anger. It was clear that he was in pain.

“I knew you were hiding shit from me.” Catch grabbed his sniper rifle out of the case.

My eyes widened. “You don’t have to kill every man who’s ever wronged me,” I said as I slipped on my boots.

“Yes, I do. Not one slimy asshole gets to live on this earth if he hurt you.”

Catch shoved his blond curls into his bouffant cap and darted out the door.

I felt warm and fuzzy inside. My husband would kill every man who did me wrong. Damn, if that wasn’t satisfying, I didn’t know what was.

Shoving the oversized leather gloves onto my hands, I glanced at the imprint of my huge diamond wedding ring pushing against the fabric. Figured he bought the gloves two sizes too big, so I didn’t have to take off my wedding ring. I shook my head as I ran after Catch.

My husband pointed his sniper rifle at GT’s foot. “You sick asshole. You think it’s ok to beat women and attempt to rape them?”

Catch’s eyes were wild behind the goggles he wore.

"I have no idea what she may have told you. All I know is that she wanted it,” GT sneered.

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