CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BEEF AT THE CLUB
BIANCA
T he woman's makeup was impeccable, but I couldn't let myself be distracted by it.
Pay attention to the way she’s biting her lip and staring at your fiancé.
“You aren’t saying anything. Just staring at what doesn’t belong to you,” I bit out.
The women standing in the long restroom line gawked at me. And I didn’t care.
“I met Catch earlier tonight,” she blurted out. Her cherry red lips tipped up into a seductive smile.
“The first words I said to you was this is a private party. You proceeded to sit down anyway,” Catch stated.
“Yeah, I remember. You were just playing hard to get,” she chuckled.
“My cousin told you we’re celebrating my bachelor party,” Catch answered through clenched teeth.
“Right. When I saw you exiting the restroom with a random woman, I figured your fiancée didn’t know you were hooking up with someone else.”
No, this bitch didn’t basically say I was a random woman.
“What the fuck? She isn’t a random woman-” Catch started.
I placed my hand over his mouth to shut him up.
My anger had plummeted to the pits of hell. Honestly, I wanted to hear what else this stuck-up bitch had to say.
“I’m hurt you would hook up with her and not me.” She pouted, batting her fake eyelashes. “Wish I knew what your fiancée looked like. I’d tell her you were in the restroom hooking up with a black woman.”
Wow, she assumed his fiancée was white.
That was it. I saw black. I lunged for the woman and curled my fingers around her neck.
“I’m his fiancée, skank.” I felt my fingers squeezing the life out of her.
“You thought I could never be his fiancée because I’m black. That’s racist.”
Soft lips melted against my earlobe sending shivers through my body. “She’s not worth going to jail over. Let her go.”
I blinked a few times. Her pale face came into focus. My fingers slowly loosened. A woman to my left held her phone up recording the entire ordeal.
I snatched her phone out of her hand.
“Hey, give me back my phone,” the woman demanded.
“Sure.” I deleted the video and placed the phone back in her hand.
When I turned back, the redhead Catch had been whispering to was trembling, tears streaming down her cheeks.
What the hell had he said to her?
Before I could react, his strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist, guiding me away from the restrooms without a word.
I stared up at him in disbelief. He wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? No, Catch wouldn’t.
He planted his lips on my forehead. “Don’t look at me like I’m a scumbag.”
“Catch, what did you say to her?” I demanded, my voice low but tense.
He leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “I told her that if she so much as mentioned this incident to anyone here, I’d find out through the surveillance footage. And as a made man in the mafia, I’d take her out to the desert and ensure she never came back.”
I gasped, recoiling slightly at the icy finality in his tone. “But what if she talks once she’s back home?”
He gave a chilling smile. “Use your imagination,” he replied.
I halted my steps. “You said you don’t hurt women and children.”
“That’s right, children are off limits. Women who go too far meet a special female who’s lethal.”
Would that become my life? Putting women in their place when they came onto my husband. I knew at that moment I’d have to deal with women like her as long as I was married to a made man. Tingles swept up my spine. I’d gladly end any woman who thought they could come between me and my man.
I rose onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips to Catch’s, the pounding rhythm of the music coursing through my veins.
He exhaled softly against my lips, his breath warm in the heart of the crowded nightclub. “I want to marry you right now,” he murmured.
A grin spread across my face. “Me too, Callum.”
His stormy gray eyes locked onto mine, filled with sincerity. “But we’ll wait until tomorrow. I’ve planned everything perfectly.”
“I can’t wait to walk down the aisle,” I said, looping my arms around his neck.
“Bianca,” he said, his voice low and full of promise, “I can’t wait to see your beautiful face on our wedding day. It’s going to be unforgettable.”
In that moment, the world seemed to fade away. This was real. He was mine. I was the luckiest girl in the world.