Page 69 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Mr. Landry huffed.

I could feel his eyes harden even more, if that were possible.

“I’ll be back. Spend time with your family.” My large palms captured her cheeks, and I pressed a searing kiss against her soft lips. She broke our kiss, glancing at her mother, then her dad.

“My boyfriend might be a little rough around the edges, but he always has my best interest at heart.”

Her father looked down his nose at her, puffing out his broad chest. “He isn’t forcing you to be with him?”

Bianca smirked. “The first day I met him. I wanted nothing to do with him. Not because I didn’t like him. But because my attraction to him was so strong, it scared me. I put up my defenses and cursed him out. I was determined not to fall for him. Callum saw through my anger and told me how it was going to be. He honestly only wants the best not just for me but our family.”

She left my embrace and stood on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on her father’s cheek. “I love you, dad.”

He turned to mush for his daughter. It was a sight to see. The moment warmed my heart.

“I love you, too, my precious girl.”

With a smile on her face, she whipped past me, taking her mother’s hand in hers, and sauntered toward the back of the house.

It appeared I had to heed my own advice. Like I told her, we were a team. My future wife worked her charm on her father. The woman was a goddess.

“Come on...” he snapped his fingers.

“Is it Catch or Callum?” he asked as we walked toward the home office.

I knew the layout of the home since I selected it.

“My name is Callum Rizzo the II.” I cringed at giving my full name.

“But I go by Catch.”

He nodded as he stepped inside the room, flipping on the light.

“Would you like something to drink?” he asked, waving a hand at the bar against the back wall close to his desk.

“The liquor and bags of groceries were delivered an hour after we arrived,” he stated.

I smirked. My friend Kagan was very resourceful. That reminded me I’d have a Lamborghini delivered to his home in a few days. He deserved it. The man really came through for us.

“Yes, Mr. Landry, I’ll take a glass of Maker’s Mark. Thank you.” I took a seat in one of the two red leather chairs in front of the desk.

The medium-sized office had a modern flare. The sleek mahogany desk wasn’t made of thick wood like my desk at home. The desk was lightweight. The red chairs were the pop of color the cream room needed.

“What did you mean you’d protect her and her family?” he asked from the bar.

He wore black sweatpants, a gray t-shirt, and black slippers that looked like they’d seen better days.

“I won’t sugarcoat it, Mr. Landry. I’d kill those who tried to harm her and or her family.”

His brows rose as he placed the glass tumbler in my hand.

“You’d kill for her?” he questioned, sinking into the black leather chair behind the desk.

“Mr. Landry, your daughters caught up in some dangerous business. Anyone who tried or tries to harm her will die. That’s a promise.”

After taking a sip of his whiskey, he cocked his head to the side. “You’re a killer?”

“I’m a resourceful man when it comes to Bianca, Mr. Landry. I served in the military. I am a Marine. I’m sometimes called on to handle dangerous situations for our country. The jobs Iperform for the government have made me a very rich man,” I lied.

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