Page 156 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Yeah, they were on a mini vacation with Asia, but they’re close. They’re on their way."

Relief settled in my chest. My brothers—not by blood, but by war—were coming. We fought together in Chicago, and now, we’d do it again.

A bullet pinged off my rear windshield.

"Where the fuck are you?" Ritchie demanded.

"Being chased by Mavin’s men. Some of the windows are bulletproof—good thing, right?" I let out a tense chuckle.

Another SUV joined the chase, keeping pace with me as I weaved through traffic. Its tinted windows made it impossible to see the driver.

"Catch, I hear the gunfire. What street are you on?"

I shouted the name of the street as I swerved into oncoming traffic.

Another SUV appeared—this one not firing at me but at my pursuers.

Who the hell—?

It was hard to pay attention to them when I was swerving all over the road dodging cars. My heart was in my throat. There was no way I could go out like this. I had to be with my wife longer than a few measly months.

My SUV fishtailed as I veered down a side street.

Come on, Catch. Lose these assholes.

You need to be here to see that beautiful baby when he or she is born eight months from now.

I couldn’t focus on that at the moment.

Glancing quickly in the rearview mirror, I saw that I had lost them. I exhaled sharply and relayed my new location to Ritchie, steering toward Elizabeth—Nick’s territory.

I needed to drag these bastards out of Jersey City.

Just because I couldn’t see my enemies didn’t mean they weren’t coming.

I had to stay sharp.

My grip tightened on the wheel as I navigated forward. A detour sign loomed ahead, pulling me off course.

"Ritchie, there’s a detour—it’s taking me thirty minutes out of the way. Send a helicopter. I need to get the fuck out of here.”

Two massive orange-and-white barricades blocked the road.

“Fuck this,” I growled, throwing the SUV into reverse.

I’d cut through an alley. Find another way.

Before I could back out, two construction workers—orange vests, steel-toed boots—stepped onto the pavement. They moved fast, dragging another set of barricades across the road I’d just exited.

Trapping me in.

My jaw clenched. My foot hovered over the gas pedal.

I could ram through.

No—I needed a better plan.

I threw the SUV into neutral, letting it roll forward as I climbed into the backseat. My weapons bag sat where I left it,heavy and familiar. The vehicle rocked slightly as I moved, but I adjusted, swaying with it.

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