Page 135 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Catch's response was to raise the rifle, aiming directly at GT's face.

That was it. Psychotic Catch just arrived. He was ready to kill.

Stevie cried like a bitch as he watched everything unfold.

“Catch, please no,” I shouted.

CHAPTE THIRTY-NINE

THE POS HAS TO GO

CATCH

This piece of shit had the audacity to think it was acceptable to blackmail Bianca. What the fuck was wrong with the men in her old neighborhood?

I pressed the muzzle brake of my rifle to his forehead, seething with anger. “You thought it was fine to blackmail her just to satisfy your sick, fucking fetish?” I roared, my voice echoing off the walls.

“She didn’t want to fuck your pathetic ass.” Without hesitation, I swung the sniper rifle, slamming the handle into the side of his head.

“Ow!” GT cried out, wincing in pain.

“Baby, you promised,” Bianca’s voice echoed behind me, her fingers clutching the back of my shirt in an attempt to pull me away. The sound of her pleading, begging to keep me from going any further, hurt me deeply.

My voice dropped to a dangerous growl as I leaned into GT’s face, seething with rage. “You get off on women telling you no, don’t you?” I accused, each word sharp and venomous.

“When a woman says no, that should be the end of it," I spat out angrily.

“Catch, I tell you no,” Bianca added.

Was she goading me into bashing this assholes head in? Because I was two seconds away from killing this fucker.

I pulled her towards GT, standing her beside him.

My eyes narrowed in anger. “Explain to him how you say no. And what you're doing when you say it.”

“You just want to act like you're better than me,” GT snorted.

I swung the rifle and hit him in the head once again. Blood trickled down the side of his face.

“Listen closely, you piece of shit,” I growled at GT.

Then, I turned to my wife. “Tell him.”

“I told you no I didn’t deserve a spanking.”

She scratched the back of her neck and looked away, clearly embarrassed. “This isn’t the right message I’m trying to send.”

“Bombshell, you know you deserved that spanking for being naughty,” I reminded her.

She bit her lower lip, trying to distract me from the situation at hand.

I shook my head trying to shake off her seductive ways. “Clever, wife. Real clever.”

Bianca stepped closer, running a gloved finger down my chest. “I know you can’t wait to do naughty things to me tonight.”

I grinned. “Bombshell, you’re right. In a few short hours, I will.”

She batted those extra-long fake eyelashes. “No, you won’t.”

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