Page 40 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“I’m not Catch. Just please don’t make me do this.”

His beautiful gray eyes warmed. He placed his hands on my cheeks again, then took my lips. My fingers twirled in the front of his t-shirt. Briefly, I forgot we had an audience.

“I won’t stop fighting for you,” he muttered against my lips.

Tears streamed down my face. The uncontrollable sobs I hadn’t cried in a couple of years pushed to the surface.

Catch’s face turned a deep red hue. “The street code doesn’t count with me, Bianca. Spill your fucking guts.”

Silence.

If I told him what really happened between the four of us, he’d kill them for sure.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

PROMISES SOMETIMES GET BROKEN

CATCH

Our problems were mounting. Did she really think she couldn’t trust me after I kept her secret about the heist? Clearly, she felt she couldn’t.

I stumbled onto something. Good thing I didn’t make a hasty decision and slit the assholes’ throats and toss them into a dumpster.

Something wasn’t right. I’d watch my woman a lot closer without her knowing. I’d uncover all of her dark secrets.

“Bombshell, if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’ll make them sing. Torturing is more like a hobby. I can do it for days or months.”

Why did she think I’d torture them and set them free? If that was my thing, Jake would still be alive.

They had to die a slow death. As slow as it could be in one day. Due to Ritchie’s situation with Tori, I didn’t have time to keep the guys locked up somewhere else in this town. I had to be ready for war. Today would turn out to be a blast. This would be me and my woman’s first day torturing together. In time she’d learn we’d perform as a team when it came down to handling assholes.

My gaze moved over the three men. “Guys, it seems my fiancée’s a little tight-lipped.”

Their wide eyes stared back at me. Confusion clear on their faces.

“Ass in the chair, babe,” I stated calmly as I peered at her.

“Catch, don’t make me do this,” she cried. Her eyes pleaded with me to leave her out of this.

I knew at that moment they hurt her. Fuck seeing red. I saw fucking pitch black midnight.

Cutting off another man’s genitals wasn’t my thing. Unless the boss ordered me to do so. But in this instance, I’d consider it. They hurt my woman.

“Bianca, sit in the chair. If you don’t, I’ll tie you to it. Understand there is nothing that will stop me from ripping these motherfuckers apart,” I roared.

Her chest heaved and her eyes narrowed to slits. “I’m not scared of you, Catch,” she sneered.

“Fuck, baby. I know that, but you’re not being reasonable right now.”

I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a sheet of paper towel and a bottle of water off the counter. That was all I had on hand. I hadn’t had time to fix up the warehouse yet. Since we could go to war at a moment’s notice, I had to work quickly. Hopefully, Bianca and I’d have time to turn this place into a hospital and living quarters. This would also be a place to torture more evil bastards.

Kneeling before her, I dabbed her beautiful brown face with the paper towel, making the tears disappear. “Bianca, do you trust me?”

She sighed. “Yes.”

Her fingers swept across the blond whiskers on my chin. “I was protecting someone else,” she whispered, dropping her hands in her lap.

“You’re such a wonderful woman, baby. Who were you protecting?” I kept my voice low to keep her talking.

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