Page 66 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Damn, talk about broadening your horizon. This dude ain’t even in our zip code,” Stevie bit out.

“Catch, it’s done,” I stated.

“It seems we have a problem. You are the problem. You harassed a teenage boy. Why? Because his sister wouldn’t give you the time of day. Chances are she just didn’t like you the way you liked her.” Catch approached Stevie and squeezed his shoulder.

“You need to apologize to my woman. How dare you treat her like a piece of meat. She is a human being. Go ahead, I’m waiting.”

“Get your hands off me, man,” Stevie snarled.

Luckily, where we stood, there weren’t any customers.

“Apologize,” Catch ordered in a low growl.

My boyfriend peeked at me. I could feel his eyes darkening behind his Chips aviator sunglasses. Damn, did that man look fine in those sunglasses.

“I’m sorry, Bianca, for disrespecting you,” Stevie reluctantly stated.

“Keep going asshole,” Catch demanded, pushing his thumb deeper into the soft skin under Stevie’s shoulder.

“I shouldn’t stare at your ass when you come into the store.” Sweat beaded along Stevie’s brow.

“Apologize to Kam too,” Catch snarled.

“Kam, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pick on you when you come into the store.” Stevie rolled his eyes.

It was obvious he didn’t mean it.

My brother smacked his lips. “Catch, can we go now? He doesn’t mean anything he’s saying. All he’s going to do is send someone from his gang to send me a message.”

“Kam, what?” I gasped.

My brother shrugged. “It’s true.”

I knew those words would send Catch over the edge.

Tucking my laptop under my arm, I approached my man. “Catch, can we go please? I’d like to get to my parents’ house.”

Catch released Stevie’s shoulder. “No hard feelings.” He stretched out his hand for Stevie’s.

The piece of shit didn’t move. He was trying to remain hard in front of us. He had no idea he was only adding to the length of time he’d be tortured.

Catch grabbed his hand and shook it as he leaned into his ear. “I’ll be seeing you real soon.”

“If you come back around next time, I’ll be prepared to blow your face off,” he said, snatching his hand out of Catch’s.

Why did the dumb ass say that?

My hand swept across Catch’s rippling abs under his shirt. “I saw a desktop I was interested in.”

“I know, bombshell. I noticed you looking at it.”

Stevie’s face lit up like he had the answer. “He’s your sugar daddy. I didn’t take you for that kind of hood rat.”

And that did it. Catch lost his shit. I side stepped out of the way.

Catch reared his fist back, then slammed it into Stevie’s nose. “You disrespected the wrong woman,” Catch roared.

Stevie stumbled backwards. Catch grabbed him by the front of his powder blue button-down shirt then threw him to the floor. Catch didn’t let up on Stevie’s face.

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