Page 23 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Help,” he hollered out. His voice echoed in the distance.

“Shut the fuck up.” I slammed the butt of the Glock against his head. Not hard enough to knock him out, but hard enough to get his attention. Curling my fingers around his collar, I tossed him inside the trunk.

“I have no mercy for men who want to fuck my woman,” I stated calmly, as I slipped a hand into each leather glove.

“What do you plan to do to me?” Tears streaked down his face.

“Lock you in the trunk to teach you a lesson.”

My eyes moved around the area, looking for security cameras from neighboring businesses. I didn’t want to worry aboutsomeone watching as I handled this motherfucker in broad daylight. Luckily, the gray fence was tall enough to keep out prying eyes. I reached into my cargo pants pocket, pulling out the wire.

Jake’s eyes widened as he lifted his hands, shielding his upper body. “What the fuck, man?” he yelled in horror.

“I know,” I shrugged. “This will be over before you know it.” Fingers curled around the wooden handles, I wrapped the wire around his neck, then pulled tightly.

He clawed at the thin wire, trying to break free. Blood spurted from his neck and seeped down his fingers. I watched as his brown eyes widened, bulging in their sockets. He wriggled and kicked. The sound of blood gurgled in his throat as his boots banged against the trunk wall. His limbs finally fell limp.

Chest heaving, I stepped back. “One down and too many to go. Now it was time to see what Tori and Bianca were up to.

CHAPTER NINE

SURPRISE

CATCH

Ileft Jake in the trunk of the car. They’d find his body in due time. Killing my lights, I rolled to a stop on the side of a warehouse, then turned off the SUV. The white van sat in a desolate parking lot. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I followed Bianca from the museum, where she dropped her friends off in an alley. What were they up to? With a light click of the truck door, I strolled through the quaint neighborhood. Figured I’d ponder on my day that revolved around my woman and Tori. Those two were trouble. Time to find out what kind of trouble they were in. I look forward to surprising my baby.

Pulling my cap low, I crept along the side of the van. Back braced against the side of the van, I tapped the muzzle of my Glock against the window. Her breath hitched. I scared her. Shit.

“It’s all right, baby. It’s just me,” I informed her.

“Catch?” Shock hung on my name.

I glanced through the window. Bianca kept one hand on the laptop keyboard, and the other held a gun, pointing in my direction.

“Baby, unlock the door.”

She placed the safety on the Glock, then shoved it in her waist holster. Her fingers flew over the keyboard at top speed.

Bianca ignored my presence. This woman never failed to surprise me.

“You either unlock it or I’ll blow the lock off and draw unwanted attention to you,” I snarled.

Bianca tapped her ear. Was she wearing an earpiece?

“Ugh, Catch.” She tapped the button to unlock the door. I climbed into the van and locked it. Bianca had a little system going. A small flashlight pointed at her keyboard. There was an iPad mounted on the dashboard.

“What’s going on, Bianca?”

“Not now, Catch.”

She tapped the earpiece. “Great, make your way down to the fourth floor.”

I realized they were in the middle of something big. They were stealing something. Instead of fucking with Bianca, I listened. I’d help her in any way possible. Peering at the iPad screen, I watched the girls follow Bianca’s directions. That was when I jumped into action. Stepping out of the truck, I called Kagan.

“Hey, Catch, what’s up?”

“Kagan, I need a favor. My woman and Ritchies are into something dangerous at a museum downtown.”

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