Page 42 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“....said his uncle is the head of the human resource department at the firm. He said he could get him fired. If I didn’t want that to happen, I had to play by his rules. I had to suck his friends off. They could grope my breasts, but fucking me was offthe table. He wanted me mainly to himself.” Her eyes squeezed shut again.

She mumbled about how embarrassed she felt. I heard her, and I wanted to console her, but...but...the rage consumed every inch of my body. I slammed my tight fist into his nose. I heard a crack on impact.

He growled under the tape covering his mouth.

My chest rose and fell as I tore the tape from his lips. “I want to hear what the fuck you have to say. Explain why you thought you had the right to rape and violate my woman,” I roared at the top of my lungs. If this place wasn’t sound proofed, the entire neighborhood would’ve heard me.

He held his head high. “She thought because she kept her nose in the books, she wasn’t a hood rat.”

This guy thought the sun rose and set on his fucking ass. I’d seen so many like him back home. Men with money and power. Felt they could get any woman they wanted.

“White boy, you have us tied up because you’re scared of what we can do to you,” HQ chuckled.

Bianca snorted. “That’s where you’re wrong. My man isn’t scared of you at all.”

I smoothed a hand along her cheek. Fuck, I loved this woman.

Grinning, I turned back to them. “Something tugged at my gut when she asked me not to kill the three of you at the club that night. You guys pulled her and groped her ass. If I wasn’t on a job, I would’ve killed the three of you that night.”

I pointed a finger between them. “I have great news, guys. You fucked with the wrong man’s woman. You see, I’m a mafia bodyguard.” I twirled my hand in the air.

“You know, a made man. Roughing guys up, torturing, and killing is my job. I don’t live here. I live in Jersey. I could’ve been a mafia boss like my cousin Nick Pitucco, but I wanted to live lifea little. See the world. When I returned from the service, I chose to become a bodyguard for the Esposito Crime Family.”

The way their eyes grew in size told me they knew I wasn’t lying.

“You went and got an Italian mafia motherfucker I see, Bianca. If I don’t go home, Bianca, my uncle knows what to do.”

“Don’t try to intimidate a made man’s woman,” I gritted out.

My fist met his mouth. His head jerked back as a shrill ripped from his throat.

A dark chuckle rattled my chest. “Let me show you just how big and scary I am.” I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and placed it on the stainless-steel table. A smirk hit my lips as I removed a glove to press the speaker button.

The assholes in the chairs started screaming. Marquis was the only one with tape on his mouth. So it sounded more like a garbled mess of words.

“What’s up, Catch? Sounds like you’re having a party.” Kagan’s laughter filled the room.

“If you’re looking for remorse from my friend, you won’t find it. We have the same profession. Only difference is he’s gifted with computer skills.

Removing a Glock from my waist holster, I placed it in Bianca’s hand.

“Bombshell, shut them up.”

I propped the phone up against a bottle of bleach and pressed the FaceTime button. Kagan loved to watch fuckers get tortured.

She hopped to her feet and slammed the butt of the gun against HQ’s forehead.

“Ah,” he yelped.

“Shut the fuck up,” she yelled.

Bianca moved over to Darius and whacked him upside the head a few times. Felt good to watch her unleash her rage.

My woman rounded the men like sharks, then approached Marquis, tearing the tape from his lips. His cries for help were the loudest.

Bianca placed the Glock muzzle in his mouth. “My man is on the phone. Show some fucking respect.”

She peeked over her shoulder, waving at Kagan. “Hello.”

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