Page 18 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Please fasten your seatbelts. We’re landing,” the pilot stated overhead.

“No, he didn’t. But he violated me.” She placed a hand over her mound.

What the fuck did that sick fucker do to her?

“Promise you’ll wait to torture him until you’re healed.”

“Tori, you can’t ask me to wait.”

“Ritchie, please?” she begged.

“Fine. What happened?”

“He let Simone and I use the restroom under the watch of one of his men. We were still zip tied, so we had to help each other, or his soldier would help. Simone held my arms as I hovered over the toilet. Rosco burst into the bathroom and watched me pee. He unbuckled his jeans and peed on my mound. It was so sick. He said he was marking me as his. I just want to wash him off me, Ritchie.”

He urinated on my woman. Treated her like a fucking fire hydrant. “I’ll clean you up.”

“No, Ritchie,” she bit out. Embarrassment swept over her face. “I can do it.”

“I know you can. But you’re mine. And I will take care of you.”

She released a breath, cuddling into me. “Ok.”

Oh, the shit I had in store for that motherfucker.

Once we reached the warehouse, I didn’t waste time taking Tori into the bathroom. Her gaze gravitated to the oblong mirror trimmed in gray.

“How can you look at me?” Tori lightly touched her swollen lips. “My face looks disfigured. And I can’t see out of one eye.”

“Let’s take a shower. Afterwards, I’ll run a bath for you. I’m sure you want to relax.”

She smirked. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll treat your bruises. A bag of peas will help that eye heal nicely,” I said as I reached into the glass shower and turned the knob until the temperature was comfortable. The shower reminded me of a large box that looked more like a window trimmed in gray accents.

There was a knock at the door. “It’s Asia. I have all the supplies Tori asked for.”

“Come in,” Tori called out.

Asia entered the medium-sized bathroom, peeking between me and her best friend. “I have our favorite shampoo and conditioner. Cocoa butter, your special body scrub, cream, and other needed toiletries.”

“Thank you, Asia.” Tori wrapped an arm around her neck. “I can’t wait until I’m feeling better so we can sit and talk.”

Asia smiled. “Me either. I can wash your hair for you if you want.”

“Asia, I’ll get my woman cleaned up,” I stated, ignoring the pain swirling in my side.

Her eyebrows raised as she nodded. “Tori, your big guy’s gone ga-ga over you. I love it,” she whispered.

Asia sauntered out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Tori lined her toothbrush with toothpaste, then brushed her teeth. I kicked off my boots, removed my socks, and unfastened my cargo pants. Steam filled the bathroom. I peeled the bloodyblack t-shirt over my head. Pain vibrated through every inch of my body. The pain wouldn’t stop me from taking care of Tori. She turned slowly, moving the toothbrush in her mouth. Her gaze slid up and down my body.

“This reminds me of the time I came to your hotel room. You were dressed in...” She waved her toothbrush at me. “...only a pair of boxers.”

“I’ll never forget that day,” I said as I stepped closer, sliding my thumb over her sealed eye. She closed the other.

“Tori, don’t hide from me.”

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