Page 144 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Bianca, you’re staying here in your home for a week. That’s final. I shouldn’t even have to say that. You’ll visit Chicago to handle business, but this is your home now.” I pointed down for emphasis.

She sank into the plush gray chair by the door, my dress shirt swallowing her small frame. “It's not that simple, Catch. And you know that.

I reached for my phone and unlocked the door with a tap of a button. “Go explore your home,” I said, flopping back onto my pillow and closing my eyes.

Mrs. Rizzo wasn’t going anywhere.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

MY HUSBAND KIDNAPPED ME

BIANCA

As I stepped out of the bedroom, I released my grip on the brass doorknob. With a loud bang, the heavy wooden door slammed shut behind me. I hoped I rattled my husband awake if only for a moment for the stunt he pulled again. Crossing my arms tightly across my chest, I padded down the long hallway, my bare feet felt cold on the black marble floor.

The man infuriated me. I was shocked I was allowed to walk out of the bedroom wearing just his white dress shirt. Meaning I didn’t have on panties or a bra underneath. Did he have staff? And would they see me dressed like this? I meant. Did we have staff?

Shit.I shook my head. I wasn’t ready for this. My hand ran over my silk bonnet again.

The man put a bonnet on my head. I stomped my foot like a petulant child. He was a completely unhinged psychopath. “He fucking kidnapped me,” I couldn't help blurting out loud.

So what he thought about my hair. I continued my tour.

My eyes widened as I took in the vibrant, larger-than-life paintings adorning the walls of the grand hallway. On the opposite side, another sweeping staircase led up to the firstfloor. This wasn't just a house - it was a sprawling mansion that seemed to stretch on forever.

Bianca, you should take the wedding ring off.

Do it. He’ll force it back onto your finger. You’re his forever. That man will never let you go.

I continued down the path. That glass of vodka he offered me last night with a sexy smirk was how he sedated me. Probably after he left for work, I’d call my friends. They needed me in Chicago.

Your husband needs you here in your home.

It wasn’t like you didn’t want to see what the house looked like in person. Bianca, you wanted to come here and be with Catch, but you also wanted to be there for your best friends. The bitch Tyra is trying to kill us.

My friends had to be ok. My thoughts were whirling. After walking around every inch of the house worrying about the girls I ended up in the kitchen. I’d have to face my husband to get my phone.

My husband. A smile picked up at the corners of my lips. The way he pleased me last night. He stared at me like I was his world.

The smile wouldn’t go away. My stomach rumbled with hunger, and I instinctively placed a hand on it.

Upon opening the fridge, my eyes widened in surprise. There, arranged neatly at the front of the fridge, were all of my favorite breakfast foods: eggs, strawberries, sharp cheese, chicken sausage links, and a loaf of brioche bread. A card rested on top of everything, and when I picked it up, I saw that he had also gotten me my beloved fruit medley juice. It was the perfect drink for nerdy girls like me, especially when I needed to focus on a difficult task like hacking.

The name "Mrs. Rizzo" was elegantly written on the front of the card in cursive. I carefully opened it to reveal a message inside.

It read:

Hopefully, your favorite meal items can bring you happiness. There's plenty more food in the cabinets.

I need you here with me this week.

I love you,

Your husband

I could feel the love and concern behind these words.

My hand flew over my heart. This was so sweet.

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