Page 14 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Ritchie, what do you need?” Opal, the flight attendant, asked.

She worked for my cousin Nick for a long time. She experienced shit a regular flight attendant would’ve tried to run away from.

“She was shot.” My jaw twitched at the statement.

My woman shouldn’t have gotten shot. If she wasn’t afraid to get down on the floor because of that asshole, I’d be bathing her instead of worrying about the bullet wound.

Opal examined Tori’s chest wound. “Take her to the bedroom. I’ll grab my medical bag. We’ll get the bullet out.”

The stabbing pain was only getting worse. I felt my body shutting down, but I had to push through for Tori.

“We’re going to get you fixed up,” I said as I placed her body on the bed.

“On our way back to Chicago, you and I will sleep. I miss holding you in my arms while we slept,” I whispered in her ear.

Opal rushed into the room, snapping on a pair of blue surgical gloves.

“You know I double as a nurse for Nick. That’s why he sent me to assist with your wounded.”

“Nick thinks of everything, doesn’t he?” I released a weak chuckle.

“I noticed there were quite a few. Ezra instructed the wounded soldiers to board this plane instead of the other one.”

“It was to be expected. It was one hell of a gun battle,” I stated as I sat up on the other side of the bed, running my bloody fingers through Tori’s blonde hair.

“I see how much she means to you. It makes sense why you did all you could to rescue her.”

“Opal, I had to get her back. Alive,” I uttered, staring at my woman.

“Ritchie, Brock said Tori was shot,” Catch yelled as he rushed into the room.

Bianca, Asia, and Simone were on his heels. They halted at the foot of the bed.

“Catch, at the time, all I could think about was getting my woman help.”

“Tori, your sisters are here,” Simone said.

Their bond was rock solid. I loved how close the girls were.

Opal cut Tori’s shirt down the middle, then clipped the straps of the sports bra. She focused on removing the bullet before stitching up the wound.

Twenty minutes later, Opal exhaled. “She’s going to be ok, Ritchie.”

A genuine smile tugged at my lips. “Thank you, Opal.”

I leaned against the headboard.

Opal’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t look so good.”

Ezra stalked over and placed two pills in my hand. “Opal, he’ll be ok as long as he sleeps.”

He stretched out his hand for Simone’s. She grabbed it and fell against his chest.

Opal’s porcelain face morphed into confusion as she watched Ezra.

I noticed how she fawned all over him on our flight to Utah. It was clear she liked Ezra.

The question I hadn’t asked hung in my thoughts. Did he fuck her? If he did, this wouldn’t go over well with the girls.

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