CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GETTING ANSWERS
CATCH
N ot having Bianca by my side during the war left fear swirling in my gut. This situation in Chicago revealed the lengths I’d go to protect my woman. By the time the guys and I returned to the warehouse, the girls were asleep. Leaning against the door frame, my eyes moved over Bianca’s body in the plush white robe. I noticed she wore the robe around the hotel day and night like it was her new favorite piece of clothing. Of course, she packed it and brought it with us. Once things died down, I’d pick up our personalized matching robes from a specialty shop in Schaumburg. Today was the first time I stepped foot in Bianca’s parents' house. Every room was tiny. How seven people maneuvered through the small space daily was beyond me. After calming her mother down, I walked around Bianca’s bedroom. Perfumes, hair care products, toiletries and books cluttered the oak wood dresser. She didn’t have a nightstand. There was a black side table sitting beside her bed. Rage slammed through my body as I yanked the closet door open. There were maybe twenty outfits hanging in the tiny space. Were these all the clothes she had? Rows of sneaker boxes were neatly stored floor to ceiling. Maybe shoes were her weakness. I didn’t know much about her because we recently met and I made her my woman. We were getting to know each other. Where she came from didn’t matter. Well, not to a man like me. If I were some stuck-up rich boy, I might’ve looked down my nose at her. My fingers curled around the white metal footboard that squeaked at the slightest touch. I hated she lived like this. Hated she didn’t have everything her heart desired.
“You don’t have to worry about grabbing things for Bianca,” her mother said, pulling me from my thoughts.
I tried mustering a smile, but my anger was eating at me from the inside out.
“Whatever she felt she needed was in her laptop bag when she left.”
My eyes narrowed. Was that true? Or was that just what Bianca told her mother, so she didn’t feel guilty about their sparse way of living.
A grin swept across my lips. “Mrs. Landry, I just wanted to see where my girlfriend slept.”
Her brows rose. “Girlfriend?”
“Yes, she’s my forever,” I stated. Confidence heavy in my tone.
“No offense Catch, but my daughter never had a boyfriend who lasted more than a month. What makes you think you’re different?”
“The way I see through her bull. The way she stares at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention. The way she fights me when I tell her she’s my forever.”
She arched a brow. “It doesn’t sound like she wants forever with you, Catch.”
“I promise she does. She understands we’re getting to know each other right now and that one day she’ll become my wife.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Now Catch that just sounds downright crazy.”
I chuckled. “You’re right. It’s our kind of crazy. I love your daughter. And she loves me. You might not understand our love today, but one day you will. If your bags are ready to be loaded into the truck, I’ll get moving.”
She placed a hand up. “Do you know what my daughter and her friends do for a living on the low?”
Fear flickered in her eyes for a second.
“Yes.”
Mrs. Landry gasped. “She told you?”
“No, she didn’t. I watch people for a living. So I followed her.”
“You sound like a stalker.”
I smirked. “Yes, I stalk Bianca.” And killed assholes who thought she would ever be theirs.
“She’s aware...now.” I flashed a cocky grin. “My job is also to protect her and her family.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Protect? Are you a police officer, Catch?”
A dark chuckle left my throat. “No. I served in the military. I’m a skilled sharpshooter. Guess you can say I work security. In the private sector.”
“I have to make sure the boys are squared away. It’ll be nice to get away for a little while. I’m so tired of Bianca’s friend GT coming over here looking for her.”
My smile withered. Who the fuck was GT?
“You said he’s a friend of hers. Does he live nearby?” I quizzed.
She chuckled. “No, he works on the block. He and Bianca have known each other for years.”
My fist curled at my side, and I felt my lip twitch with annoyance. Didn’t make sense to quiz Bianca’s mother any further. Besides, I had to get Bianca’s family to safety.
“Did you call your husband and tell him we were swinging by to pick him up?”
“Yes,” she responded, before stepping out of the bedroom.
Once Mrs. Landry and the boys were ready to go, I stepped outside and combed the street. I was looking for anyone who might’ve been ready to do a drive by. And I looked for GT. My skin itched with irritation. The corner boys stared at us as I loaded the family into the Escalade. I smirked and waved at the men. Which one of them was GT? I climbed into the driver’s seat. In due time, I’d find out who he was.
“Catch?” Bianca batted her long lashes from her position on the bed.
Staring at my beautiful woman brought me back from my thoughts.
“Is my family, ok?” Her eyes widened.
I kicked the door closed, then sat beside her. Sliding my hand under the robe, I caressed her thigh. “Yes. They’re safe.”
Her warm hands covered mine. “Thank you.”
My crazy teetered on the edge of the tight rope. “Your mother mentioned a friend of yours visiting,” I said as I thumbed her clit.
Her eyelids lowered as her tongue slid over her lower lip.
“Catch, make me come,” she purred, running her messy bun back and forth on the sheets.
I leaned over, clenching her lower lip between my teeth. “Bombshell, I love you.” I released her lip.
“No guy has a chance of coming between us. I will murder that motherfucker?” I bit out.
My clever woman opened her robe and bucked her hips into my fingers. “Fuck me, Callum.”
“Fuck,” I growled as I watched her nipples harden in the crisp air.
Yanking her naked body out of the robe, I pulled her up into my arms as I stood. “You’re taking a shower with me. I want to hear his name fall from your pretty lips.”
Bianca wrapped her arms around my neck, planting kisses on my stubbled face. “Thank you for protecting my family.”
“I’ll always take care of you. I want to give you everything, Bianca.” I stalked into our personal bathroom and turned on the shower.
For a minute, I put aside the thoughts of the asshole I’d kill soon.
“You love sneakers, huh?” I asked as I placed her on her bare feet.
She grinned. “I take it you saw my sneaker collection?”
“Yup, and I noticed you don’t have a lot of clothes in your closet,” I stated as I flipped on the water.
“I carry everything I need with me.”
“That’s what your mother said. You need more clothes, Bianca.”
She took a step back, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t need a lot, Catch.”
Palming her head, I held her gaze. “You will get all that I feel you should have. Do you understand?”
Her arms dropped to her sides. “Yes.”
“Now undress me,” I ordered.
She peeled off my clothes, then led me into the shower. Stepping back, she leaned against the cool tiles while I stood under the piping hot water. The water poured over my body as I slipped my fingers through my wet blond hair. Her eyes gravitated to my erect cock. The silver piercing glistened on the head of my dick.
Bianca dropped to her knees, curled her hand around my shaft, and sucked the tip into her mouth.
“Daddy, you taste so fucking good,” she moaned as she slid her tongue from the tip to the base.
“Bombshell, when will you stop keeping secrets from me?” I asked through barred teeth as the pleasure pulsated through every inch of my body.
“I love your dick, Callum.”
Staring down at her while she was on the verge of making me come, I gripped her chin. “Release my cock?”
Confusion hung on her face. Her lips left my dick. “You don’t want me to please you?”
“Wash my body, Bianca.” I helped her to her feet.
Silence hung in the air. I knew she thought I saw those assholes who took advantage of her.
My lips fell against her temple. “I want to be buried in your pussy and flood your womb with my cum.”
“We can’t have a baby, Callum.”
“Not for a while,” I responded.
“I still love coming deep inside your pussy.”
She smirked. “I love that too,” she put emphasis on the word that.
Bianca was made just for me. “I love you, baby.”
Turning to me, she lathered my pecs with body wash. “I know. Callum, I love you too.”
My lips took hers in a searing kiss. I felt my fucking heart flutter. All I desired was her. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be in the presence of a woman. I wished we could’ve gotten married and had kids. As it stood, our lives weren’t exactly kid friendly. One day in the near future it would be.
After she ran the washcloth over every inch of my skin, I stepped back under the shower jet and rinsed off.
“Tell me the name of the man who’s looking for you, Bianca,” I demanded.
Craning her neck, she flashed a cocky grin. “Baby, a girl has to keep somethings to herself.”
I lost it, curling my hand around her neck, forcing her steps backward. A devious smirk hung on her pretty, pouty lips.
“You won’t get to kill him, Bianca. I’ll do it.”
She planted her palms on my chest, trying to push me backward as I squeezed her neck tighter. “You can’t run from this situation, bombshell.”
“Fine, then I won’t be present for it.” Her hands fell away, and she stared through me.
“I kill for you, Bianca.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “I know. But not everyone has to die. Sometimes they just need to be tortured and put back in their place.”
My eyes scanned hers for understanding. “You don’t want to kill him?”
“Not right away. Maybe I just want to take away his freedom. End his God complex.”
Her fingers caressed my jawline. “Let me have this, Callum.”
I stuck my tongue out and slid it across her lips. “That all depends on if he touched you.”
She gasped.
Still gripping her neck, I grabbed her thigh, hoisting her up into the air. Slamming her back against the wall, I watched her shocked expression turn to pleasure as I slid my pierced cock inside her tight walls.
“Oh fuck, Callum.” Her fingernails dug into my corded arms.
“It seems we have a breakdown in communication,” I gritted out as I slid in and out of her pussy.
“You don’t get to kill alone, Bianca. We are one, baby. And my job is to protect what’s mine.”
I released her neck, and she took in air. Shit, maybe I choked her too long.
Her trembling lips pressed against mine. “Oh, Callum, why do you feel so fucking good inside of me?”
“Easy, baby. Because you were made to be mine.” I increased my stroke, watching her fall apart in my arms.
“Together we’ll take down whoever hurt you,” I promised.
“Callum,” she breathed, trying to protest again.
“It’s not up for discussion. When I find out he touched you, I’ll cut his fingers off, burn them, then feed them to the motherfucker.”
Her pussy tightened around my cock. Bianca’s body jerked in my grasp. I loved watching her cream all over my dick. Clearly, my words turned her on.
Her hooded eyes danced over my face. “Why do I find it so attractive when you explain in great detail how you’ll torture and kill someone for me?”
“Because somewhere in that brain of yours you know I’m supposed to slaughter those who’ve wronged you.” My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I gripped her thigh tighter, unleashing a stream of cum inside her pussy.
“Bianca,” I roared, before clamping my teeth on her neck.
We stood together for a moment longer as our cum seeped out of her. I placed Bianca on her feet and turned her body to the water. My back was plastered against hers as I squeezed my favorite shower gel over her breasts.
“I know his name. Bianca, I just want to hear the words come out of your mouth.” I lathered her body.
“Catch, you said we’d take care of him.”
I palmed her breasts as the water cascaded down her body. “Yes, we will.”
She peered up at me. “His name is GT.”
“Good job, bombshell. You deserve another orgasm.”
She smiled wide. “Oh, I do.”
I wrapped my woman in a towel and whisked her off to the bedroom. In the midst of this fucking madness with Ritchie and Tori, I’d collect that motherfucker. Teach him a lesson before my woman could get her hands on him. He’d pay for touching what was mine.