Page 33 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I removed my gloves, smiling at my girls. “Thank you.”

My fingers wrapped around the cold sweaty plastic bottle, and I chugged the refreshing water. The cool liquid slid down mythroat with ease. I had no idea torturing someone could make you thirsty.

Bianca stepped deeper into the room, placing a water bottle in Ritchie’s hand.

He downed the bottle of water in two gulps. We were probably thirsty because we were still healing.

Catch brought in two more chairs for my girls. I smiled at his kind gesture. He quickly learned the girls and I would always be a tight-knit family. It felt good knowing these men were now a part of our family, too.

“It’s apparent you enjoy drama,” Ritchie said, clutching a hammer and a chisel.

“Tori, make sure you pay attention. This part here. Is just about pure torture.”

“Ritchie’s specialty,” Catch chuckled. He stood near the surgical table, so he’d have the best view of what was about to unfold.

“I’m watching,” I stated.

“You contacted that slime bucket, Daryl. Why?”

Rosco stared at Ritchie through his lashes. Pain and anger were all over his face.

“Because you knew they were at odds. What a hell of a diversion to get them in the same place and watch shit go left. But you see, I don’t think you knew just how far Daryl was willing to go to protect his secret. He was so worried Tori would tell the world he was gay. But she never uttered a word.”

The look on Rosco’s face was priceless. His jaw slacked and his eyes widened.

“What?” Rosco asked.

“Yeah, Tori and Daryl were never a real couple. He was fucking her cousin Reece.”

Rosco stared out into space. Was he recollecting all the times they’d been in the same room and hadn’t noticed their deep connection?

“I had no idea,” Rosco muttered.

“No one did. Back to my story. That asshole used an innocent child to keep Tori’s mouth shut. It seems he didn’t trust his so called best friend and woman. Tori and her friends live by a code. They protect each other. She wouldn’t have told anyone about his secret. But once she was with me, he knew he couldn’t hide his secret much longer. He tried to kill me so he could get Tori to fall back in line.” Ritchie widened his arms.

“But we’re the mafia. Even if he would’ve killed me, my cousin and friends wouldn’t have rested until that piece of shit was dead.”

A cruel smirk played across Ritchie’s face. “My cousin Nick is the boss of the Pitucco Crime family.”

Rosco’s eyes clenched shut. “I didn’t know,” he mumbled.

“Clearly you know who my cousin is and how cutthroat he can be,” Ritchie stated.

Rosco didn’t say a word.

“Catch wasn’t going to throw our cousin’s name around to make you see reason. Mentioning we were the mafia should’ve been enough. We’re a powerful unit,” Ritchie snarled.

He pointed the chisel at me. “That’s my fucking woman. I am a mafioso. No one. And I mean no one crosses us. I don’t have to be a boss to have power. I was born into this life. I am a fucking Pitucco,” Ritchie roared.

“The Pituccos, Romanos, Bertozzis, Magarellis, and Espositos have no mercy for men who fuck with what belongs to them,” Ritchie growled. His deep voice bounced off the walls.

“The five families...shit,” Rosco muttered.

He had no idea the shit he stepped in. Maybe he thought Ritchie was a low-level mafia member.

“You shouldn’t have taken my woman...”

Ritchie leaned over, meeting his gaze. “...laid your sick fucking hands on her. She didn’t want me to look at her. Because you busted up her beautiful face. She couldn’t see out of one eye,” Ritchie shouted.

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