Page 22 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Laughter poured from my throat. “You want me to stop?” I asked as the stream ended.

I tucked my cock back into my shorts. “You think Tori wanted to be marked? Huh, asshole?”

My boot slammed into his shin. A howl tore from his lips.

“She’s my woman. You had no right to take her.” I plunged my fist into his face until it was bloody and bruised.

“Ritchie?” A voice shouted from behind.

I heard her plea to stop, but I kept going. My boot slammed into his stomach over and over again.

Strong hands wrapped around my biceps, pulling me back. Blood poured from Rosco’s disproportionate nose and mouth.

Halting my steps, I jerked out of their hold. “I’m done,” I yelled, raising my hands.

“For now, asshole.” I narrowed my eyes at Rosco.

“You should be asleep,” I said as I turned on my soiled heels and stalked past Romeo and Ezra toward Tori.

I took in her blonde strands that hung in waves around her face. Fuck, I wanted to fist her wavy locks and suck on her puffy lips.

The swelling in her second eye had subsided after I applied a bag of frozen peas. Even though I was still in excruciating pain, caring for her was the only thing that could lessen the pain in my body.

“How could I sleep with you yelling at the top of your lungs?” She asked in frustration, gripping the IV pole with a death grip.

“You should’ve stayed in bed. You can barely stand upright,” I bit out, pulling her against my chest, allowing her to put all of her weight on me.

“I will get a piece of you too,” Ezra roared.

My eyes landed on Ezra over my shoulder.

“You don’t take what doesn’t belong to you. We’re going to carve you up nice and slow. Italian mafia style.” Dark laughter rumbled in Ezra’s chest.

Romeo gripped my neck. “Are you all right?”

“Better now that I got my hands on him after what he did to my woman,” I responded.

Romeo chuckled. “I bet.”

“Tori, how are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good. I’m happy to be back.”

“Tori, it’s good to have you back. Good night.” He exited the room.

Ezra stepped beside me. “You didn’t do anything I wouldn’t have done.”

I nodded. “We’ll continue torturing him soon.”

I kissed the top of Tori’s head.

“You two get some rest,” he said, then darted down the hallway.

I kicked the door closed, slipped out of my boots, and placed them outside the room.

My hand wrapped around her waist. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“Me?” she huffed. “You’re in worst shape than I am.”

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