Page 6 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

Gripping her arms, I stepped back. “Bianca, I don’t normally behave so...”

She lifted her beautifully sculpted brow. “Brazen?”

I chuckled. “Bianca, I usually say what’s on my mind.” My smile withered.

“Women don’t usually yell at me unless...”

I reframed from telling her women yell, ‘Fuck me harder Daddy’. What could I say I liked when women called me daddy?

“I’m trying to say women don’t yell obscenities like get Reaper and Slasher to rip him apart.” It was my turn to raise a brow.

“Bianca, why did you want to harm me?”

“I thought you might’ve been sent to hurt my friend. We’re big on protecting each other.”

“Who would want to harm Tori?”

“Release me, Catch.”

She refused to answer my question.

Was Tori in trouble with someone else Ritchie didn’t know about? Fuck, my cousin really stepped into some shit.

My palms remained on her arms. “Back to tonight. I’d like to cook dinner for you.”

“What? No,” she barked out.

I pressed my lips to her temple. “Bianca, I promise I won’t try to fuck you. However, I want you to come on my face.”

There was a deep need within to satisfy this woman. I couldn’t explain why.

“Bianca?” I heard in the distance.

“Oh, shit,” she murmured.

Lifting my head, I turned in the direction of the voice.

“Who the fuck is that?” the man asked as he stared me up and down.

A sinister smile curled my lips as I leaped off the porch.

“Catch, no,” Bianca shouted in a whisper.

CHAPTER FOUR

BEEF

BIANCA

Catch jumped off the porch, then stalked toward the man. “You want to know who the fuck I am?”

My heart felt like it was in my throat as I ran toward Catch and Lendel.

They stood a few feet apart. Their chests rose and fell as they snarled at each other.

Noisy neighbors peeked out of their windows across the street. Luckily, my mother watched T.V. in her bedroom today, so she couldn’t hear the commotion. Didn’t mean the neighbors wouldn’t be quick to tell her.

Lendel was my neighbor from down the street. He had a crush on me since we were kids. I had always let him down easily. I told him I wasn’t interested in dating him. That never deterred him from buying spontaneous meals or Valentine’s Day candy for me. Lendel might’ve been a corner boy and a killer, but he was nice. Well, to me anyway.

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