Page 34 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

He placed the chisel against Rosco’s shin.

Rosco squirmed, moving his leg. “Come on, man,” Rosco pleaded.

Never heard Rosco beg before.

Ritchie stood. “No, you don’t get to run from the brutal beating you have coming.”

He pulled two zip ties from his pocket and tied Rosco's ankles to the chair legs.

"I can only imagine how you looked when your fist kept hitting Tori," he said, pressing the chisel against Rosco's shin and striking it with a hammer.

Rosco winced in pain.

“Yeah, become one with the pain, motherfucker. My woman was forced to endure the pain too,” Ritchie spat.

“You will never hurt another woman,” Ritchie croaked as he fell back onto the plastic sheet.

With each clank of the hammer, I remembered Rosco pulverizing my face with his fist. I curled my hand around Simone’s.

Blood soaked into Rosco's jeans. And the leg was bent at an odd angle.

Ritchie knelt down and worked on chiseling Rosco's other leg, and then wildly thrashed the hammer over his shins from every angle. When he finished, Rosco could no longer move his feet.

“Ah,” Rosco howled in agony.

“She’s my woman. My fucking woman. I will burn this whole city down to get my point across. No one fucks with what’s mine,” Ritchie roared.

“Ezra,” Ritchie called out.

“It’s your turn.”

Ezra wasted no time taking the hammer from Ritchie’s grip. He slammed it repeatedly against Rosco’s thighs.

Rémy and Romeo approached as Ritchie stood to his feet.

“Bet you could use a drink,” Romeo said, shoving a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Ritchie smiled. “I sure fucking can.” He held his glass high.

The three of them clinked their glasses together, tilted back their heads, and downed the fiery whiskey in unison. The sound of Rosco's screams echoed through the room, but were completely ignored. A sly grin pulled at Ritchie's lips as his gaze settled on me. “Come here,” he commanded.

I made my way towards him.

He peeled off one of his blood-soaked gloves, and the warmth of his hand against my skin filled me with a sudden tranquility. “We have one more piece of business to take care of before we head home," he said softly.

My stomach churned at the thought of him leaving so soon; I'd been dreading this day ever since I lied to myself that I only needed him to get me off. I wanted everything with this man.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for what felt like eternal bliss until he finally spoke again. “Tori, soon Daryl will be no more,” Ritchie growled.

CHAPTER TEN

RITCHIE

THE CHAT

Inever imagined our first time together would be the way it was. We were both injured, and we had no right to act as if the end of the world was near. I knew I’d hurt her and loathed myself for it afterwards. Tori seemed to enjoy or need it, but that didn’t mean I should have given into her and been so rough.

Part of me thought she was attempting to suppress what happened to her when she was younger, and with Rosco. No matter what, I didn’t want our initial time together based on pain. The next time I held my woman in my arms, I’d make love to her - not saying we wouldn’t fuck again. I’d bring us up to that point gently.

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