Page 68 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Austyn and Leven scurried across the living room. Catch properly introduced himself, then pulled the game consoles and laptop out of the plastic bag.

“Oh wow,” Austyn beamed, clutching his forehead.

“Christmas came early,” Leven shouted.

“Oh, hell naw,” Dad boomed.

“You’re not going to come up in here and buy my family. I reluctantly agreed to move to this house temporarily.” Dad’s eyes moved around the spacious home.

“We moved here because Bianca and her friends were in trouble. It was safe to move for a short period of time while they ironed out their shit.” Dad’s mahogany face scrounged up and his dark brows deepened.

I raised my hands. “Dad, Catch isn’t trying to buy us.”

Catch placed his hands on my arms. “It’s ok. Help your brothers set up the systems. I’ll talk to your parents.”

Catch stepped around me, meeting my parents’ gazes. “I’m not trying to buy your family.”

“I just want them to have a better life. They deserve to attend great schools.”

Kam grabbed the bag. I ushered the boys down the hallway toward the bedrooms.

I should’ve been in the living room while Catch talked to them. But at the same time, I needed to spend time with my brothers.

Taking a deep breath, I sat on the floor in Austyn’s bedroom.

“A new school?” Dad yelled.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but you won’t wave your money in our faces to keep my daughter under your thumb.”

“Mr. Landry, let’s sit and talk about this,” Catch suggested.

“No! Take all your fancy gadgets and get the fuck out,” Dad roared.

“Mr. Landry, I’m not leaving until you hear me out,” Catch shot back.

“I’m going to get my shotgun,” Dad announced.

Oh, fuck!I stormed out of the bedroom.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE SIT DOWN WITH HER DAD

CATCH

“You’re not leaving,” Mr. Landry repeated my words. He stalked back to my spot in the middle of the living room.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he snarled; fists clenched at his sides.

I shoved the bib of my baseball cap into my back pocket. “I’m the man who loves your daughter. I’m the man who would lay down his life to protect not just her but her family too,” I bit back, standing firm.

“Callum,” I heard Bianca’s voice behind me.

Turning to the side, I stretched out my hand for hers. I pulled Bianca into my arms under her father’s heated gaze. “Mr. Landry, I love your daughter.”

Bianca snuggled into my chest. “Callum, maybe we should go.”

I glanced at her. “No, Bianca. Your father will hear what I have to say.”

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