Page 154 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Me: A visitor from Baltimore is in our backyard. He just spoke to my boss. Said he has trash to take out.

Ritchie: That motherfucker.

Nick: Trash. I’ll show that asshole what trash looks like.

I chuckled inside.

“Catch,” Marco called out.

“Yes, boss?”

“I’m ready,” he said as he stalked out of the office.

Once behind the steering wheel I glanced at my missed text messages.

Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: Catch answer the phone.

Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: Catch call me back.

Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: What have you done, Catch?

Shit, I think she put two and two together. She knew I got her pregnant.

Mrs. Bombshell Rizzo: What happened?

Now she’s wondering why she’s being moved.

Me: Ritchie, the girls should be together. You know where.

Ritchie: Ezra and Brock will handle it.

The business meeting Marco had across town required my complete focus. Now I understood why my boss was single. Worrying about the woman you loved was stressful. Honestly, I was more angered than stressed. I wanted to bust Mavin’s head open.

LATER THAT EVENING, when we arrived at Marco’s condo, I knew it was time to come clean.

Marco stood in the hallway while I swept the place for listening devices or signs of danger. This condo wasn’t just another property—it was where Marco stayed whenever he planned to visit the strip club. It was also where he brought the women he fucked. None of that business ever touched his actual home. Maceo would be on duty later to take him to the club.

“It’s all clear, sir,” I said, holding the front door open.

I glanced at Nadar. “Can you give me a moment with the boss?”

“Sure thing,” he replied, taking up a position outside the door.

After closing it behind me, I turned to find Marco seated at the kitchen counter, his sharp gaze already locked on me.

“Are you finally about to tell me why you’ve been so quiet since we left my office this morning?” he asked, his voice calm but edged with authority.

I exhaled and stepped closer.

“Yes. Mavin has beef with me. He came to your office to send me a message, to show he’s not afraid to drag you into my war.” I tapped my chest for emphasis.

Marco’s head tilted slightly, his expression darkening. “Your war, Catch?” His tone was heavy, laced with irritation.

“Yes, my war, boss.” I didn’t flinch under his glare.

“I dated that fuckers sister. She has it in her head that we would be great together. I don’t want shit to do with her. Since I won’t agree to join their family, Mavin plans to take me out to prove a point.”

Marco paced the floor, his movements sharp and deliberate. “What the fuck, Catch? That smug son of a bitch sat in my office today like he was untouchable. I never liked that motherfucker. Get rid of him. Take as many men as you need, and be sure to send him a farewell message from the Espositos.”

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