Page 159 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

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The snipers on the roof dropped to the pavement with sickening thuds.

Bullets slammed into my side. The armor held—barely. I shifted, taking out the two bastards to my left.

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Only fucking head shots.

The roar of a helicopter thundered above. Bullets rained from the rooftop beside Mavin. My SUV’s windows shattered.

“Get down!” Ritchie barked in my ear.

I dropped into a crouch just as the ground rocked with an explosion. Gunfire tore through the air.

A firm grip landed on my shoulder.

“I’m here, cousin,” Ritchie said, his voice thick with emotion. “Let’s end these motherfuckers.”

I met his gaze. A grin curled my lips.

“Yeah. Let’s.”

I flattened onto my stomach, angling my rifle beneath the SUV door. Ritchie crouched beside me, his AR-fifteen aimed at our enemies from the side of the door.

"You don't mess with the Pituccos," I shouted as we both fired our weapons towards the tank.

Amidst all the chaos and devastation around us, I didn't have time to process everything happening. The grenade Ritchie threw and the missile fired by the helicopter had done some major damage.

The tank flipped into a smoking crater.

The air reeked of gunpowder and burning metal.

The sound of the tank firing rounds at the SUV had us running for cover.

A thick cloud of black smoke rose into the sky.

Our men swarmed in, clearing the rooftops.

A second missile struck the tank barrel.

Silence.

I aimed my rifle as I limped toward the wreckage.

“Mavin!” My voice was raw, laced with fury. “Come out!”

A ragged cough. “Fuck you, Catch.”

I smirked. “Stay in there, then. I’ll have the chopper drop another missile. Your father won’t even recognize his precious son.”

Silence. Then—the hatch creaked open.

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