Page 85 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Are you drunk?” I asked.

She inched her fingers together. “Maybe while you were running my bath, I took two shots of vodka. Just to knock the edge off. I mean who gets engaged, goes to dinner to celebrate. Explosions rocking the foundation of the restaurant. My fiancé and I get up from our table. Find time to tip the hostess and walk out into a gun battle. There’s never a dull day in our life,” Bianca chuckled.

“It’s a good thing you’re getting acclimated to a life of violence. Because in New Jersey its just another Tuesday. Especially right now. My other boss Luca is beside himself since his girlfriend Lexis left him. When I return, he’ll have me collect some poor schmuck so he can torture him.”

“That’s so sad. Do you think she’ll go back to him?”

“I hope so. Because he’s a wreck without her.”

I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I shouted.

Bianca’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

I placed a finger over my lips.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We have packages arriving within the hour,” Ritchie said.

“Join me upstairs,” he said with a thick Jersey accent.

“All right. Be there soon,” I stated.

I heard the door close.

“Before I go upstairs for a torture session, I want you to ride my cock.”

Her face lit up as she turned and straddled my thighs.

She slid her pussy along my cock.

“I’m going to stare at the big ass rock on my finger while I fuck my fiancé’s brains out.”

Gripping her chin with one hand, I eased her onto my cock with the other. “Bombshell, ride daddy until he comes.”

Her breasts bounced up and down as she rode me good. My eyelids hooded as I leaned over taking her nipple into my mouth.

Sitting back, I stared up at her. “You will become, Mrs. Rizzo next month,” I grunted as her pussy squeezed my dick.

“I’m ready to become your wife, Callum,” she purred, tugging my golden locks.

She was my everything. Before I left for New Jersey I had to kill the fucker from the electronics store at that asshole GT who put hands on my woman.

“I love you, Bianca.”

“Callum,” she moaned. “I-I love you too.”

My teeth clenched her lower lip. “Time for a killing spree.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

THE FOLLOWING

CATCH

Some would say I lived my life dangerously close to the edge. After all, I was a sniper in the military. Participated in covert missions, and now I worked for two mafia bosses. So why wouldn’t I push the envelope further?

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