Page 132 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

As we sped away, Brock fell in line behind us. It was important that we waited for our back up to fall into place when we were en route to the next spot.

“We’ve got company,” Brock stated over the earpiece.

A cocky smirk spread across my lips as I glanced out the rear window. One truck after another turned onto the street behind us, forming a diamond formation.

“Is everyone in position?” I asked over the earpiece.

A chorus of affirmations echoed in my ear.

“Ezra, open the roof halfway,” I commanded.

The SUV’s retractable roof slid open, and Asia and I quickly harnessed ourselves to the vehicle, securing each other for the onslaught.

Asia and I tied our hoodie strings tight so the wind wouldn’t blow our hoods off.

“Asia, Simone, are y’all ready?” I asked.

“Born ready, baby,” Asia chuckled.

“You know it,” Simone responded.

I glanced at Simone. She leaned out the window, gripping her AR-fifteen. She’d handle the SUVs on the right so Asia and I could focus on our enemies in the rear and on Asia’s right.

We stood up to our full height, laughing as we faced the brutal wind whipping around us. Through my sniper rifle scope, I could see one of the SUVs break formation and head towards Brock’s position. I squeezed the trigger just in time, followed by a burst of fire from all of our weapons.

One of the men in the SUV aimed a Glock at us.

“Bad idea, bitch,” Asia yelled as she shot the gun out of his hand. Blood sprayed onto the side of the vehicle.

“Ah,” he yelped as he decreased his speed.

“Fuck, yeah, asshole,” I shouted.

“Move in now,” I ordered over the earpiece.

Luckily, it was still early in the morning. We rained down on the assholes before dawn.

But one persistent man drove past Brock and aimed a sawed-off shotgun in our direction.

“Pull slightly to your left, Ezra,” I commanded.

Ezra jerked the SUV to the left.

My heart raced as I took aim and fired round after round until finally, one of my bullets smacked the man in the forehead. His rifle clanked to the ground.

“Bianca, where are we with their boss’s whereabouts?” I asked.

“I know where she is. We need to get rid of all her extra help,” Bianca said.

“Bianca, I couldn’t agree more,” I snickered.

“Let’s light ‘em up,” I yelled.

With a gloved finger pressed firmly on the trigger, we unleashed a barrage of bullets onto the vehicles behind Brock until they came to a stop and forced their crew to swerve around them. Our backup joined in from side streets on either side of the road, creating a symphony of metal crashing as we continued down the road. After successfully taking out their reinforcements, Asia and I saluted our backup before settling back into the SUV.

The rest of our entourage slipped down side streets, leaving just Brock following behind us.

After we unhooked our harnesses and yanked our masks down, we sat in our seats.

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