Page 155 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Sir, I appreciate the offer, but I can’t involve you in this,” I replied firmly. “I’m talking about taking out a mafia family—made men. This isn’t just a turf squabble.”

Marco stepped closer, his smirk as sharp as a blade. “But you’re involving Nick, aren’t you?”

“Marco, yes. He’s my cousin.”

Marco’s smirk softened into something genuine. “Catch, just because we’re not blood doesn’t mean we’re not family.”

For a moment, my heart—a heart that only truly beat for one person—warmed. Marco was indeed the best boss.

“You’re right,” I said, my voice steady. “Siamo una famiglia.We are family.”

Marco’s smile widened. “Let me know when it’s done.”

“I will, Marco.”

As I walked away, a gnawing guilt churned in my gut. I knew it was wrong to keep my wife a secret. But revealing Bianca’s existence meant explaining Lexis, too—and that was a conversation for another time. In due time, I’d bring Marco up to speed.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

WAR

CATCH

Istepped out of Marco’s condo, the crisp night air barely cooling the fire in my veins. A gray SUV crawled down the street toward me, its headlights slicing through the darkness.

Fuck. They found me.

Of course, they did. That was the whole point of Marco’s meeting with my boss—to prove he could get to me anytime he wanted.

My pulse hammered. I kept my movements casual, ignoring the SUV as I slid into my own. They sped up.

Shit.

Tires screeched as I gunned it forward, cutting in front of them just as gunfire erupted.

Bullets clinked off the reinforced glass, but not all the windows were bulletproof. Gripping the wheel with one hand, I yanked open the center console, shoving each earpiece in place.

More gunfire erupted—this time from above. Marco must’ve stationed bodyguards on the rooftop after our chat minutes ago.

But their efforts did little to slow down my enemies.

I raced toward an intersection, the traffic light flicking red.

"Shit!" I roared, slamming my foot on the gas.

Horns blared. A semi missed me by inches. My heart slammed against my ribs. There was barely time to breathe.

Last night, I set up the earpieces once Bianca and I arrived home. I had planned to take the fight to Mavin right after Bianca and I got married. But the girls’ war threw everything off track. Now Mavin brought the war to me.

But while I may not have been prepared for combat at this exact moment, I could quickly get ready.

“Ritchie, come in,” I hollered out.

I didn’t need to yell but with the chaos barreling down on me like a tornado I felt the need to yell.

"I'm here," he answered instantly.

"Did you reach Romeo and Rémy? I know it’s their week off."

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