Page 29 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Getting the sizes for your bra and panties. The only way you’ll wear a bra and panties that don’t match is if the designer meant for it to be that way. Although, I’d rather you not buy the designers garments. I’ll place an order for new lingerie. They’ll be delivered in a couple of hours. If you want to hang out with Simone before they arrive wear one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers under the bathrobe.” He pointed to the hook on the back of the door.

The white thick robe looked comfy.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered as he turned off the water.

The suite was massive. This was a place for the super rich.

“Catch, how can you afford this? Does your boss pay you a lot of money?”

He held my hand high, helping me into the water.

“Ah,” I yelped.

Pain radiated my skin. I leaned over and turned on the cold water. “Catch, you’re going to burn my skin off.”

“Sorry. I like the water extremely hot.” He pushed the cold water toward my legs. I stepped forward, welcoming the cool water.

“Bianca, don’t repeat what I’m about to say to anyone. I was waiting for Cliff to tell Tori. He’ll tell her tonight or tomorrow. He has to.”

Slowly, I lowered into the sudsy water. “Ok.”

Catch turned off the faucet. “My cousin’s real name is Ritchie Toscana. My full name is Callum Arden Rizzo Jr. My mother’sname is Laurena Rizzo. She is the daughter of Romolo Pitucco. He was an alleged mafia boss many years ago. Now my other cousin Nicky is in control. My mother married a made man Callum Arden Rizzo Sr,” he said through bared teeth.

He absent-mindedly ran the loofah over my skin.

It made sense now why he didn’t like his real name. He and his father shared the same name. It appeared Catch didn’t like him.

“I’m rich. And so is Ritchie. His mother Izzy was my mother’s sister. She passed away ten years ago.”

I gasped. “I’m sorry for your loss, Catch.”

“Thank you, Bianca.”

“You’re welcome,” I whispered. My fingers swept across his sandy, blond stubbled jaw.

“I spend my money. Ritchie doesn’t, really.” He shrugged.

My brows shot up. “Wait, so you were driving a different truck when you picked me up the other day?”

“Yeah, it’s a deal my father’s family made with an ambitious family many years ago. They have dealerships all over the United States. I can borrow a new car or truck from any dealer they own. If I wreck it, I buy it.”

“Why would they agree to such a deal?” I asked.

“My father’s family’s known for brokering deals. Or should I say making people's dreams come true...at a cost. If the person reneges on the deal, they take a long walk. After examples were made out of a few people, not many tried stealing from the Rizzos again.”

“Why don’t you get along with your father?” I blurted out.

His hand swept over the side of my face lovingly. “One day we’ll discuss it.”

Must’ve been pretty deep if he couldn’t discuss it now.

“Ok,” I stated.

I touched his arm. “I’d tell you not to buy things for me, but something tells me you enjoy spending money. But Catch, I don’t want your money.”

He smirked. “Trust me. I know you don’t. But it’s yours now, anyway.”

My brows lowered. “Catch,” I warned.

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