Page 64 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Is he really?” My brother arched a brow.

Would I be able to handle one problem alone without Catch going insane and killing them?

My eyes combed over my brother’s low cut dark hair. He had almond-shaped eyes like mine. And the base of his nose poked out a little on each side like our dads.

Guys often said I was too pretty to live in the hood. And that I didn’t look like the average hood rat. That name grated on my nerves. Unfortunately, I was harassed by men often. They said they wanted a taste of the good girl pussy. A shiver shot through my body.

His strong arm wrapped around my neck. He pulled my body flush against his. An evil chuckle rumbled in Catch’s chest.

“Kam, once we’re in the car, tell me the location of the store,” Catch stated.

“Sure,” my brother responded.

“Let’s go.” Catch moved us toward the back door.

“Bianca, you left your purse bag on the dresser. No worries, I grabbed it.”

Why did he insist on calling it that? It was a messenger bag.

His arm possessively remained around my neck. “Who are you protecting now, future wife?”

Correcting Catch would be futile. “Catch, they’re harmless.”

“Sure they are, bombshell. We’ll see just how harmless they are.”

Fifteen minutes later, Catch rolled to a stop outside the electronic store on West North Avenue. His eyes moved over my body.

“You should tie the t-shirt in a knot above your belly button.” He combed his long fingers through my wavy hair.

I left conditioner in my hair after my shower earlier. My shiny strands dangled over my shoulders.

He pushed my sunglasses into my hair. Then dug in my messenger bag. For what I didn’t know.

“Catch, this is ridiculous.”

“I got it.” He retrieved a tube of lipstick.

“Put this on.” I rolled my eyes as I slid the gold shimmery lipstick across my lips.

Catch’s teeth dug into his lower lip. “Kissable.” He winked.

“Kam, go with your sister. I’ll park.”

“Gladly,” my brother stated, hopping out of the truck.

Not giving Catch an ounce of attention, I moseyed into the store.

“I’m going to the game section.” My brother threw up two fingers, symbolizing the peace sign, and disappeared down one of the aisles.

Maybe the guy wasn’t working today. I hoped for his sake he wasn’t.

My fingers moved over the beautiful Mac desktop keyboard. It just occurred to me I’d have to move into the house with my family. I curled a fist at my side at the thought of moving back home. Living in the warehouse was nice. I could stay there for a long time. It didn’t matter that my friends were there, too. We often stayed at the playhouse together.

I’d ask Catch if I could stay there. Actually, the girls and I could make it a home away from home. It could be our headquarters.

“There she is. I’d know that sweet little ass from anywhere,” the deep voice said from behind.

My eyes slammed shut. “Shit,” I muttered.

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