Page 21 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

As I approached my truck, I looked at her. “Yes?”

“I’d like to give you my phone number.” She shoved a piece of paper at me.

Normally, I’d give a different rejection. “Sorry, I can’t take your phone number. My girlfriend wouldn’t be happy if she found your number in my pocket.”

Bianca probably wouldn’t care. But I did.

In the past, I’d tell women if I took their number, they’d be disappointed when I didn’t call. They never cared. Maybe they liked knowing I had their phone number.

“Take it. If she ever makes you mad, give me a call.” She winked.

Keeping a straight face wasn’t possible. My brows rose as I took the paper from her hand. “Have a nice day,” I said before jumping into my truck.

As I tore out of the parking lot, I crumbled the paper in my hand and tossed it into the cupholder. Women like her made it easy for men to cheat.

A FEW HOURS LATER,I followed Tori to Bianca’s house. They drove to a mechanic shop a few miles from their neighborhood. Bianca and Tori exited the Mercedes and walked into a garage. As they talked to the mechanic, they popped their hips out, playfully slamming their hands on their hips. He placed a set of keys in Bianca’s hand. She twirled and pranced over to a white van.

My teeth slammed together on the verge of crumbling into tiny pieces as I endured my woman’s flirtatious moves. She’d pay for that shit later. And that motherfucker stared at the wrong woman with hungry eyes. I was two seconds away from ripping his fucking eyeballs from their sockets for following her tight little ass to the van.

She scanned the van’s interior before hopping down from the driver’s seat. Once she finished, Bianca sauntered into the lobby area where Tori and the guy held another conversation. I checked traffic in my side mirror before I made a left-hand turn into the parking lot of the mechanic shop. I parked near a work truck that was probably there for repairs. Quietly, I climbed out of the truck and walked toward the back of the shop where the van was parked. The other mechanic rested half of his body in the car. It appeared his head was under the dashboard. The upside down on the driver’s side of a car he repaired. I glanced at the lobby and noticed Bianca was walking my way.

“Shit,” I muttered to myself.

I darted onto the passenger side of the van and placed a tracker near the muffler pipe.

“Bye Jake,” Bianca called out.

Fuck, somehow, I’d have to slip out the back door.

Beads of sweat slipped down my forehead. Rarely did I get nervous in situations like this. But I didn’t want to have to explain to my woman why I was hiding in the garage. Well, not right now, anyway. Back planted against the wall at the rear of the van, I waited for Bianca to climb inside.

“Bianca, wait?” I heard Jake say.

“Jake, I really need to get going.”

“I know,” he said.

“Can I take you out next Friday?” he asked.

He must’ve had her number. Oh, that was the end of that phone. I’d personally put it out of service.

“Jake, I don’t see why not. Call me.”

“All right,” he replied cheerfully.

Anger coursed through my veins. That motherfucker was dead.

“Bye, Anton,” Bianca yelled.

“Bye, Bianca,” he called out.

She slammed the driver’s side door, then the truck roared to life. I bent over, walking alongside the van as she slowly inched toward the last bay door. Darting to the right, I hid on the side of the building where their overflow lot was located. My ass hit the ground as I palmed my face. Rage rocked my body. It took everything in me not to stab that bastard in the neck right now.

“Anton, did you hear that? Me and Bianca are finally going on a date. Later that night, I bet we’ll go back to the playhouse. I plan to fuck the shit out of her.”

“Whoa, whoa, Jake, you’re getting ahead of yourself. She agreed to a date. Not sex.”

That she did. Bianca had a man. She shouldn’t have agreed to a date.

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