Page 100 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Does this place seriously have a kitchen?” he asked in disbelief.

He walked around the space, examining the concrete walls and floors.

“The warehouse has many amenities. On the outside, it may look weathered.” I raised a finger. “But that’s intentional - we want to give the illusion that nothing special is happening behind these walls. Take a look around, then we can discuss business.”

He grinned and turned on his heels, moving toward the back of the warehouse.

My head snapped to Ezra and Asia. “It’s just us today, huh?” I asked, staring at my bodyguard.

“Yes, Simone had to take care of some personal business on my behalf.” Ezra smirked.

I bet she did. Both Ezra and Simone were quite secretive.

“Girl, we’ll hold it down.” Asia flicked her long braids over her shoulder.

“Yeah, we will,” I agreed.

“Bianca will return next week from her extended honeymoon,” Asia added.

A chuckle rolled from Ezra’s lips. “You mean kidnapping.”

We all laughed at the inside joke.

“That is exactly what it was. Catch forced Bianca to stay with him in New Jersey.” I shrugged.

“Asia and I will be there on Wednesday. There’s some business I need to wrap up.”

Asia snorted. “Wrap up in plastic.”

“Hey, only if the bitch doesn’t get the hint will plastic come into play.” I winked.

“Hopefully, all four of you girls can get together for lunch,” Ezra added.

“Simone’s joining us in Jersey City?” I arched a brow.

“Yes. On another note, our men are keeping a lookout for Tyra.”

Ezra changed the subject.

What are Ezra and Simone up to?

“And her people. Ezra, we need to find out who she hired to assist her.”

He nodded. “I’ll put my ear to the street.”

Not sure how he was going to do that. This was the Southside of Chicago. Not New Jersey.

“Ezra, I have an idea. Asia and I are hitting the street today. We’ll find two soldiers who were loyal to me and Man-Man.”

“I have on my good sneakers.” Asia smiled as she pulled the Glock from her waist holster and checked the magazine.

Laughter rattled in my chest. I tugged my Glock free from the waist holster, holding it at eye level. I peered at the sleek black weapon. “Yeah, I’m ready too.”

Asia’s eyes widened. “What the fuck is that?” she pointed at my hand.

A loud clap echoed behind me, causing me to jump. “What’s going on here?” Dad asked, joining us in the room.

I shook my head at Asia, silently telling her not to say anything.

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