Page 24 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Oh, at this time of night, it can only be the diamond exhibit.”

“What the fuck?” I groaned.

“Damn, they have to be some skilled chicks to pull that off. What do you need?”

“Can you create a diversion nearby, but not close enough to draw attention to them?”

Kagan chuckled. “Catch, that’s funny. You know I can. You’re just lucky I hadn’t left for the club yet.”

I nodded as if he could see me. “You’re right. Thanks Kagan, I owe you.”

“Payment would be introducing me to the ladies who have you and Ritchie wrapped around their fingers.”

“In due time,” I snickered.

“The traffic lights on the North Side of Chicago at a busy intersection just went haywire. That should keep the men in blue busy for a while.”

“Fucking fantastic, man. Thanks again, Kagan.”

“No problem,” he stated, before disconnecting the call.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket as I climbed into the van.

“The girls shouldn’t have any problems fleeing the scene. My friend Kagan caused a diversion with the traffic lights on the Northside. The cops will be indisposed for a long time.”

A smile crossed her lips. Her brown eyes held mine for a beat. My hand moved over her black cap. “There isn’t anything I won’t do for you, baby. From now on, you’ll keep me in the loop.”

She nodded.

I took her lips with force and need. My cock wanted deep inside her pussy. This wasn’t the time. I’d have her pussy begging for my dick on a regular basis. That I shouldn’t do. I wouldn’t be here to give her dick when she needed it. Then again, if she lived in Jersey, we’d have the same problem because I might not come home for days due to my crazy work schedule.

Could Bianca handle my life?

“I want to stay with you tonight,” she muttered against my lips.

“Sweetheart, I know.” I inhaled her lips again as my heart melted for her.

Footsteps approached the rear doors. I broke our kiss.

“That’s one of the girls.” Bianca pulled back from my touch.

I forgot in her eyes our relationship only existed behind closed doors. In public, she wanted nothing to do with me. I’d change that.

Placing a finger over my lips, I urged Bianca to be quiet as I leaned back in my seat.

The rear doors opened and closed. Footsteps scampered closer.

“Bianca, Simone should be here soon,” Asia stated.

“Good.” She peered at her iPad.

The doors opened again. “That was invigorating,” Simone chuckled.

I heard her hands collide with Asia’s.

“B, are you all right up there?” Simone asked.

“Yeah.”

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