Page 48 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I smirked. “Yes, I stalk Bianca.” And killed assholes who thought she would ever be theirs.

“She’s aware...now.” I flashed a cocky grin. “My job is also to protect her and her family.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Protect? Are you a police officer, Catch?”

A dark chuckle left my throat. “No. I served in the military. I’m a skilled sharpshooter. Guess you can say I work security. In the private sector.”

“I have to make sure the boys are squared away. It’ll be nice to get away for a little while. I’m so tired of Bianca’s friend GT coming over here looking for her.”

My smile withered. Who the fuck was GT?

“You said he’s a friend of hers. Does he live nearby?” I quizzed.

She chuckled. “No, he works on the block. He and Bianca have known each other for years.”

My fist curled at my side, and I felt my lip twitch with annoyance. Didn’t make sense to quiz Bianca’s mother any further. Besides, I had to get Bianca’s family to safety.

“Did you call your husband and tell him we were swinging by to pick him up?”

“Yes,” she responded, before stepping out of the bedroom.

Once Mrs. Landry and the boys were ready to go, I stepped outside and combed the street. I was looking for anyone who might’ve been ready to do a drive by. And I looked for GT. My skin itched with irritation. The corner boys stared at us as I loaded the family into the Escalade. I smirked and waved at the men. Which one of them was GT? I climbed into the driver’s seat. In due time, I’d find out who he was.

“Catch?” Bianca batted her long lashes from her position on the bed.

Staring at my beautiful woman brought me back from my thoughts.

“Is my family, ok?” Her eyes widened.

I kicked the door closed, then sat beside her. Sliding my hand under the robe, I caressed her thigh. “Yes. They’re safe.”

Her warm hands covered mine. “Thank you.”

My crazy teetered on the edge of the tight rope. “Your mother mentioned a friend of yours visiting,” I said as I thumbed her clit.

Her eyelids lowered as her tongue slid over her lower lip.

“Catch, make me come,” she purred, running her messy bun back and forth on the sheets.

I leaned over, clenching her lower lip between my teeth. “Bombshell, I love you.” I released her lip.

“No guy has a chance of coming between us. I will murder that motherfucker?” I bit out.

My clever woman opened her robe and bucked her hips into my fingers. “Fuck me, Callum.”

“Fuck,” I growled as I watched her nipples harden in the crisp air.

Yanking her naked body out of the robe, I pulled her up into my arms as I stood. “You’re taking a shower with me. I want to hear his name fall from your pretty lips.”

Bianca wrapped her arms around my neck, planting kisses on my stubbled face. “Thank you for protecting my family.”

“I’ll always take care of you. I want to give you everything, Bianca.” I stalked into our personal bathroom and turned on the shower.

For a minute, I put aside the thoughts of the asshole I’d kill soon.

“You love sneakers, huh?” I asked as I placed her on her bare feet.

She grinned. “I take it you saw my sneaker collection?”

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