Page 160 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Mavin tumbled into the crater.

I swung the strap of my rifle until it rested against my back. Grabbing his bulletproof vest, I yanked him up and slammed my fist into his face.

Once.

Twice.

Blood spattered onto my gloves.

“You threatened my wife,” I seethed.

He flashed a bloody, toothy defiant smirk. “She’s already dead.”

I pounded my fist into his face again. “I don’t play well when it comes to my wife. You’ll just have to learn the hard way,” I laughed maniacally.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, I tossed Mavin onto the cold concrete floor of my warehouse in Elizabeth. He hit the ground hard, groaning as the zip ties cut into his wrists and ankles.

“Catch, come in,” Nick’s voice came through my earpiece.

“Go ahead.”

“I have something to show you.”

Boulder stepped forward, placing a laptop on the stainless-steel table in front of me. He tapped a few buttons and RobertoMassa’s battered face filled the frame. He knelt in the center of his office, his skin mottled with bruises—red, purple, swollen.

I turned the laptop so Mavin could see. His one good eye went wide with panic.

“What? No!” He thrashed, struggling to sit up. The zip ties held him firm.

Nick stepped into view, his Glock pressed against the back of Roberto’s skull.

“Look at the camera, asshole,” he ordered.

Roberto lifted his head, breathing heavy.

“You don’t fuck with the Pituccos,” Nick said, voice sharp as a blade.

“And you sure as hell don’t fuck with the Espositos,” I added.

Mavin spat curses at me, his voice laced with desperation.

Roberto swallowed hard, lifting his chin. “I love you, son.”

I had to give it to the old man—he wasn’t going down like a coward.

Nick smirked, pulling the Glock back. “On second thought, I’ve got one more surprise.”

A sharp knock at the back door. Romeo darted over, yanking it open.

Cylinder walked in, gripping someone by the arm. A burlap sack covered their head.

“On your knees,” he ordered, shoving them onto the plastic-lined floor.

The person struggled, hands bound behind their back. Cylinder ripped the sack away.

Melina.

Mavin’s face twisted in rage. “You said you don’t kill women and children!” he barked, shifting to his knees beside her.

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