Page 90 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“I will,” she muttered.

Another explosion happened, rocking the building this time.

Screaming, crying, and people yelling, “I don’t want to die!” filled my ears.

I slipped a folded stack of hundreds from my pocket. “Here’s the money as promised,” I said, peeking behind the hostessstand where the hostess took cover. I shoved the bills into her shaky hand.

“Have a good night.” I smirked.

Pure terror stretched across her reddened tear-streaked face.

Curling an arm around Bianca’s waist, I inched out the door, assessing our surroundings.

Brock waved us toward him from the driver’s seat. I pulled my Glock from my holster and unleashed bullets on the monster truck to my right. Romeo ran around Brock’s truck to the second SUV parked behind him. I knew he had to make sure Asia was safe.

Rémy gave us cover by firing shots at the assholes trying to take us out. Bullets flew past my head.

The second we reached the Tahoe, I opened the door with my free hand. “Bianca, get in. Give me an AK,” I ordered as I continued shooting at the oversized truck.

She wasted no time placing the rifle in my hand. Romeo leaned over the roof of the SUV across from his brother, shooting at the truck.

I shoved my Glock into my holster. Gripping the AK-forty-seven, I stalked toward the monster truck.

In my periphery, I noticed a fire. Car horns blared around us from the chaos that I had tuned out.

“You motherfuckers blew up my fucking truck,” I roared.

Ritchie approached. “Here.”

I stopped shooting and took the grenade. Snatching out the pin, I threw it. The driver put the truck in reverse. He thought he could escape the grenade. I had one hell of an arm. He wouldn’t get far.

The grenade struck the truck. Ritchie and I climbed into the Tahoe. Brock tore through the parking lot as the sound of police sirens drew near.

Fuck, I’d have to order another truck. Chicago cost me a lot of money.

“Catch, you need to call in a favor,” Ritchie said.

My palm met the door. Anger coursed through my veins. “Fuck, I know.”

Ritchie said I needed to call my father.

“I think it’s time you bring uncle up to speed as well,” I bit out.

Ritchie’s jaw twitched. He wasn’t happy either.

Focus on your woman, Catch.

Bianca released Tori’s hand as I pulled her into my arms.

“How does a hot bath sound?”

She snuggled into me. “Good.”

Bianca’s hand swayed my chest. “Guess I get to meet my future father-in-law soon.”

“Yes, bombshell you do.”

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