Page 128 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“How are you really doing, Tori?” Asia asked.

“Anymore demons trying to swallow you whole?” Asia peered at me.

Bianca and Simone’s worried eyes fell on me, too.

“Not since Simone and Ezra found me passed out in the shower last night,” I admitted.

“I can’t exactly go to a therapist while we’re dealing with Tyra’s ass.”

“True,” left each of their mouths.

“Before we talk about Tyra. Let’s discuss Ritchie’s crazy neighbor,” I stated.

I ran down what happened earlier.

Catch had already asked Bianca to handle the surveillance video from earlier today.

“How do you want to handle it?” Asia asked with a sly grin.

“I think fucking with her life is in order. She strikes me as the kind of woman who needs order. So we’re going to turn her world upside down before the season finale.” I had to speak in code because Janeesha was in the kitchen. She didn’t need to know the girls, and I planned to kill Gloria.

“Sounds like we’re returning to New Jersey,” Bianca said, before sipping her wine.

“Yes. Right after we remove the issue at home once and for all this weekend,” I added.

“I say we hunt her down and make her wish she stayed dead,” Simone whispered.

“Fuck yeah,” Asia growled.

“When I get back to my big fancy house tonight.” Bianca rolled her eyes.

“I’ll hack the cameras around the hotel. See which way Tyra went when she left.”

“Bianca, that will give us a leg up. That way when we return to Chicago, we can finally find that bitch,” I breathed.

“Tori, you should get some rest. It sounds like it’s going to be another action packed weekend,” Asia chimed in.

A mischievous grin spread across my face as I swirled the wine in my glass. “It’s definitely going to be an explosive good time. We’re dropping the explosives this time.”

The girls cheered and raised their glasses.

“Hell yeah, it’s going to be a blast,” Simone said, holding out her fingers like she was in a western showdown. “Time to say goodbye to that bitch once and for all.”

“Absolutely,” I shouted with excitement.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

TORI

THE GLORIA AFTERMATH

Dinner with the girls had been fantastic. Now, as I stood at the double sink vanity, I caught Ritchie’s reflection in the mirror while brushing my teeth with a bit more vigor than usual.

“The girls and I talked over dinner about what we’re going to do with Gloria,” I said, my voice casual despite the topic.

Ritchie stood beside me, his hair a sexy, tousled mess that made my stomach flip. God, the man was gorgeous. And he was mine.

He arrived home about two hours ago, kissed my cheek, and asked how I was feeling as he fixed a plate. After he ate dinner, he took a nap on the sofa.

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