Page 88 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I continued to the Escalade. “Bianca, here you are.” I placed the items in her hands.

“Thank you, Catch.”

As much as I wanted to ask Bianca about the guy she was talking to, I’d have to wait until later. Our plan to catch Daryl was most important.

The heat of the man’s gaze felt like it was burning a hole in the side of my head as I removed the fuel nozzle from the tank and hung it up.

Once in the truck, I drove out of the service station, merging into traffic. Bianca wasted no time dipping her chips in the cheese. The smell of nacho cheese filled the air.

“Would you like some, Catch?”

“No, thanks.” I was buzzing with anticipation of what was to come.

Upon reaching the second light, I noticed a familiar car two cars back. I shot Ritchie a text while Bianca stared out the windshield. As I turned onto the highway, I tapped play on Bianca’s play list. She wiggled her ass in her seat as she bellowed out the popular song. My woman was enjoying her own concert. Which was good. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to point a Glock out the window and kill the fucker following me.

Ritchie texted back. He and the rest of our crew were on their way.

Bianca and I had more than enough firepower in the trunk. She wouldn’t hesitate to blow the asshole's tires out.

Fifteen minutes later, we drove into the parking lot of the restaurant. The parking lot was jammed packed. Great, I selected the most popular restaurant in Schaumburg.

I helped Bianca out of the passenger seat. Pulling her into my arms, I could feel my heart beating wildly and pulsing in my ears.

My hand rested on my Glock in my waist holster. The guy’s heated dark gaze lingered as he drove slowly toward the restaurant.

“I’m starving,” I stated, pushing her in front of me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Watching that sweet little ass,” I replied.

She shook her head before peering up at the stars in the dark sky.

Really, I was keeping her safe. I yanked open the door, and she strutted inside. It felt like a weight had been lifted off me once we were inside the restaurant.

The guys would be here soon. Bianca and I would finally have back up.

We were greeted by the hostess.

I leaned into her ear. “Tell the chef I’ll pay him two thousand cash if he’ll prepare our meals first.” Stepping back, I placed two one-hundred-dollar bills in her hand. “That’s for you.”

She smiled brightly. “I’ll get you two seated, then I’ll speak to the chef.”

“Thank you,” Bianca said.

“We’ll take that table against the wall.” I nodded toward the table.

“Not a problem.” The hostess grinned.

There were couples seated on either side of our table.

My fiancée’s smile dropped the second we were seated. “What the hell is going on?”

“Bombshell, you said you were hungry. Just trying to feed you as soon as possible.” I picked up the menu, scanning it quickly.

“Catch, I knew we should’ve stayed home.”

I reached over, wrapping a hand around her waist as I whispered in her ear. “This is a special night for us. We couldn’t celebrate at home. I wanted to take you out.”

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