Page 143 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Take a minute to rest, then you can ride daddy’s dick,” I said with a grin.

The biggest smile lifted her cheeks. It was like my wife had momentarily forgotten about my upcoming killing spree.

“Daddy, I love your big, pierced dick.” She wriggled her body eagerly.

I grabbed her hand and briefly glanced at her wedding ring, before holding her gaze. “Remember, anyone who dares to steal this ring will meet their untimely demise within two days. And of course, I’ll cut off their fingers and cook them over hot coals,” I burst into laughter.

Bianca quickly pulled her hand away and looked at her ring thoughtfully. I could tell she was considering not wearing it anymore.

“Don’t think about taking that ring off. If you do, I’ll personally fly to Chicago and push it back onto your finger.”

She rolled her eyes before straddling my torso. “That’s enough talk of killing. Keep fucking me good, Mr. Rizzo.”

And that’s exactly what I did. After satisfying my wife for another hour, she took a quick bathroom break before returning to steal the glass of vodka from my hand and downing its contents in one gulp.

***P***

After spending five hours in the air, the pilot began preparing for our descent into Jersey City.

My wife was still sound asleep, completely unaware of our impending arrival.

Earlier, I tasked Bricks with being Bianca's personal bodyguard, starting immediately. In a week, he would accompany her back to Chicago.

With that shit I had going on with the Massa mafia family it was best my wife remained in our home just while I sorted things out.

Smiling at Bianca’s peaceful sleeping face as I carried her into our house and over the threshold, I whispered, “Welcome home, Mrs. Rizzo.”

She didn’t stir. I quietly climbed the stairs and gently placed her in our bed.

It was comforting to see my wife sleeping peacefully in our house. After undressing, I slipped into bed and wrapped my arms around her. My eyes grew heavy as I drifted off into a deep sleep.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” SHEexclaimed.

“Where am I?” Her sleepy confusion echoed through the room.

I felt a hard fist hit my arm. “Catch, wake up,” Bianca demanded.

I groggily opened my eyes. “Baby, go back to sleep.”

But she wasn't having it.

“No, Catch.”

Before I could fully process what was happening, the sound of the doorknob rattling caught my attention. But instead of getting up, I just buried my head back into the pillow.

“You locked me in the bedroom, Catch?” Bianca's voice filled with disbelief.

“I just want one more hour of sleep,” I mumbled, closing my eyes again.

“You kidnapped me again. I'm in Jersey,” Bianca stated incredulously.

“I remember this bedroom from the pictures. How could you do this, Catch?”

I sat up and leaned against the headboard. My fingers slid through my blond curls. “How could I not bring my wife home?” I retorted.

Her hand slid over her bonnet as she stared at me.

Yeah, that's right. I even took the time to put a bonnet over her curls before bringing her here.

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