Page 41 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Her shoulders slumped and her eyes fell to her lap. “I was protecting my older brother.”

Why would she need to protect her brother from them?

She continued. “He didn’t know his future was at stake. I never told him.” Her eyes slammed shut, and she shook her head.

“They did things...to...me.”

My nostrils flared and my heart raced in my chest at her soft words.

“It hadn’t happened in a couple of years now,” she stated. “I pushed the memories to the back of my mind. Focused on reading and building computer programs. You have to be resilient to survive in my neighborhood.”

I jumped to my feet, then stalked toward the assholes. Gripping the edge of the tape, I ripped it across his bearded face.

“Ah,” the first guy yelped.

“Pull it together, big guy.” The back of my gloved hand flew across his cheek. The sound of the whack hung in the air.

“Asshole,” he mumbled.

“Bianca will torture you mainly,” I stated, twirling my hand in the air for dramatic effect.

“Did you touch my woman?” I asked.

His dark brows lowered. “No.”

“Let me rephrase the question. Before Bianca was my woman, did you touch her without her consent?”

He held his chin high. “No.”

I retrieved a switchblade from my back pocket and slammed it into his shoulder. He howled at the pain striking his body.

“Bianca, did he touch you without your consent?”

“No. The three of them blackmailed me so that I’d perform lude acts,” she stated.

“If you weren’t being blackmailed, and he asked you to suck his dick, would you?”

“Hell, no,” she roared, disgust clear on her face and in her voice.

“I never wanted to be touched by Darius, HQ, or Marquis,” she spat, chest heaving.

I peeked at her over my shoulder. “That’s my girl. They can’t ever hurt you again.”

She blew out a breath and relaxed in the chair.

Fuck, I was beside myself. I wanted to hold her in my arms and tell her I’d always protect her.

Like I said before, she couldn’t live in Chicago without me. It was too dangerous for her here. These spineless bastards were living proof.

“So, Darius, you touched my woman without her consent. It doesn’t matter if she agreed to the blackmail asshole. She agreed because she was afraid of what would happen if she didn’t.”

“I wasn’t afraid of them, Catch. My brother’s future was at stake. I couldn’t let him come back to the hood. He worked so hard to get out.”

I ground my teeth together, trying to keep myself from killing them instantly. Squeezing my eyes closed, I visualized my woman on her knees in tears, sucking their dicks. The murderous rage I felt would have to hang on a little while longer.

“What were they holding over your head?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at her.

“My brother works for Grey's Engineering firm. HQ...” She nodded at the guy in the middle.

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