Page 163 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Her piercing screams turned garbled, choking on the blood pooling in her mouth.

Guess she thought I’d cut her top lip. I surprised her.

I knew I sounded like a fucking psychopath. And I didn’t care.

When I glanced over at Catch, he was in his own world—peeling Mavin’s skin back, stopping just at his eyebrows. Blood drenched his gloves, his face unreadable except for the rage flickering in his gray eyes.

His voice was a low, dangerous murmur. “You thought you could blow up my wife?” His blade dragged upward, anotherstrip of flesh curling away. “There was no way you’d kill my forever.”

Catch probably had the block swimming with men from the time he had Brick take me into the bunker. Little did Mavin know even if he would’ve blown up the house. I would’ve been safe. Catch had told me about the bunker before I ever saw the mansion in person.

And now? Catch had every right to go batshit crazy over me.

I wouldn’t stop him this time. Mavin was his kill—just like Melina was mine.

I turned my gaze back to her, watching her body convulse as crimson streamed down her legs.

“You see, Melina,” I mused, crouching beside her. “You won’t be the last woman who tries to come between me and my husband.”

I ran a gloved hand through her blood-soaked dark hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to meet my eyes.

“And I’ll be ready to torture and kill them too.”

A bright smile stretched across my face as I let her slump forward, choking on her own blood.

We had made such a mess.

Our bloody arms wrapped around each other in a fierce embrace. It didn’t matter how much gore clung to us—we were alive. After nearly dying in that war with Tyra, we had survived. I hoped that bitch was burning in hell.

As for me and the girls we understood that New Jersey was our new home. However, we’d still ruled the South Side of Chicago. We were returning next week to handle more unfinished business.

I stole another glance at my husband and sighed.

Even though he did a very bad thing by getting me pregnant, I still loved him.

I could be mad tomorrow.

Tonight, when we got home, I was going to fuck him to sleep.

I needed to feel my husband’s cock buried deep inside my warm walls.

It was hard to believe Catch and I were having a baby.

The pushy man who came into my life was my forever like I was his.

EPILOGUE

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

CATCH

Midwife Trisha knelt beside the birthing pool, her hands steady as she monitored Bianca’s contractions.

Bianca was on all fours in the warm water, her body trembling with each wave of pain. The dim glow of candlelight flickered across her glistening skin,the deep green of her bikini darkening where the water kissed it.

My wife and I had decided on a home birth, wanting to avoid the hospital setting. Her OBGYN, Dr. Dalan, sat with two nurses across the dimly lit room, ready to assist if needed.

Trisha looked calm and confident, making me feel at ease about our decision to have a water birth. Downstairs, our family and friends were celebrating with food and drinks while we waited for Bianca's family to arrive from out of town.

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