Page 43 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Hello, Bianca. I’m Kagan, a friend of Catch’s.”

A huge smile lifted her cheeks. “Thanks for helping us the other night. You’re pretty bad ass with a laptop.”

“Happy I could be of service,” Kagan stated.

“She’s beautiful, Catch.”

“Thanks Kagan. Now you’ve officially met my future wife. Listen, I need a big favor from you.”

Kagan scratched at his spiky dark hair. “Catch, back up. Future wife?”

I waved him off. “We can discuss my relationship with Bianca later. The men before us blackmailed and violated my woman. The asshole in the middle promised to have his uncle, who’s the head of Human Resources, set her brother up and fire him if she didn’t cooperate. My baby protected her brother. I need to make it right, Kagan.”

I felt my blood coursing through my veins. My rage was at its breaking point.

“Send someone to Grey’s Engineering firm in California.”

Kagan’s fingers flew across the keyboard from his spot on the sofa in his plush home.

“Catch, I know you and Ritchie need me on your current job, but I’d like to personally take Glenn for a walk. You know, to talk and all.” The sinister smirk on his lips was murderous.

“I’ll return home late tonight,” he said.

Bianca approached with fresh tears in her eyes. Her shoulders shook. My gaze moved to the Glock hanging off herfingertips. I removed it from her hand, at the same time pulling her close before her legs fell out from under her.

“Thank you,” she exhaled.

“It’s an honor to do this for you, Bianca.”

He peeked at me. “Catch?”

Holding my woman tight in my arms, I glanced at my friend. “Yeah?”

“Show them what happens to those who hurt family.”

A grin lifted the corner of my lips. “You know I will, brother.”

I disconnected the call and planted my lips in Bianca’s hair.

The assholes screams filled the room around us. I didn’t let them steal this moment from us.

“You’re free now, bombshell. We’ll have to wrap up our torture session today since we’re going to war with Man-Man.”

She nodded in my embrace. I loved holding my woman. But it was time to get to work.

***P***

After dressing my woman in protective gear, I rolled out plastic on the floor beneath the fuckers chairs.

I adjusted the bouffant cap on my head as I picked up a power tool off the table.

“If you’ve watched the Sopranos, you sort of know what to expect. We are meticulous about disposal. Apprehending the three of you wasn’t that hard. I should’ve known you were coming from a whore house. Waiting in your truck HQ took some patience on my part. But once I pulled two sniper rifles on the three of you, it wasn’t that hard to get you here. Kagan will retrace my steps; he’ll create a software virus that will make every camera in the area malfunction right before I climbed into your truck. Then I directed Darius to zip tie Marquis. Once I chloroformed them, it was just me and you.” I pointed at HQ.

“Let’s get down to business. I think we can all agree the best disposal scene on the Sopranos was the use of the meat grinder in the back of the butcher shop.”

I widened my arms, dark laughter pouring from my throat. “That was epic.”

Their wide eyes stared at me.

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