Page 53 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Ok,” I stated.

Catch continued up the aisle.

I sank into the soft, buttery leather seat next to my brother. You’d think my brother would’ve been shaken up after the car chase and shootout on the highway. Nope, a huge smile curled his lips. Maybe the luxury that surrounded us provided a false sense of security. Or he let this moment drown out what happened last night. Either way, I’d let him enjoy this moment.

“What?” Catch growled in the distance.

“Kam, stay here.” I jumped to my feet and tore down the aisle toward him. Asia and Simone were right behind me as we entered the master bedroom.

My eyes widened. “Tori,” I muttered while Catch and Ritchie argued about Tori getting shot.

Every inch of my body shook as my eyes roved over my best friend’s unconscious body. I felt my lips tremble uncontrollably.I just saw her standing in Ritchie’s arms before we got on the road.

Now there was a bullet in her chest.

I gripped Asia and Simone’s hands like they were my lifelines.

“Tori, your sisters are here,” Simone stated with strength and resilience in her tone.

Could Tori hear Simone’s words? I hoped she could. Our sister needed to know we were there for her.

Asia and I sauntered out of the room. Simone remained behind with Ezra. We halted, peering to our left at the motherfucker who took our best friends.

“Well, look what we have here, Asia,” I snickered as we moved into the corner.

“Nice to know you’re still alive and kicking,” Asia chuckled.

“That’s right. We’re going to have so much fun with you.” I smirked.

“I forgot how pretty all four of you bitches are,” he stated. His voice was deep and full of lust.

How could he have sex on the brain after getting his ass kicked?

I leaned into Asia. “What if we cut his dick off and slice it up in front of him?” A devious smile curled my lips.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Asia purred.

“You bitches wouldn’t?” His brows darted upward.

My top lip twitched at one end. “We certainly will.”

I lifted my foot and slammed it into his face.

“Oof,” he blundered.

Asia’s boot flew across his jaw line.

“Ouch,” he groaned.

“That’s for kidnapping our best friends,” Asia bit out.

We walked away, not waiting for another one of his snarky remarks.

***P***

“Kam, what do you think of Catch’s temporary home?” I asked, after giving him a brief tour of the first floor.

“It’s nice, Bianca. I can’t believe each room has a private bathroom. I wish we each had our own personal bathroom at home.”

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