Page 39 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I squealed against his bearded cheek. This man was going to pull me from the clutches of hell every time for as long as it would take.

CHAPTER TWELVE

RITCHIE

THE AMBUSH

Tori’s skin surrounding her wound appeared inflamed. I placed her on the bed and tucked the sheet around her waist. Her head thudded the headboard as she stared into my eyes.

“Brock just pulled into the parking lot. I’ll be right back.” I pressed a kiss to her lips.

Her eyelids hooded. “Ok, Ritchie.”

Tori was exhausted. I’d feed her a few bites before she dozed off.

My phone buzzed in my pocket again. If it was Brock, he could wait.

Tapping the screen, I glanced at the text and halted.

“What the fuck?” I muttered.

Catch: We’re being followed.

My heart lurched in my chest. Fuck, I couldn’t let anything happen to Catch and Bianca.

Me: Where are you?

Catch: Headed north on I-Ninety.

Me: We’re on our way.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and retrieved my Glock from my waist holster.

“Romeo, Rémy, and Ezra, I need you down here now,” I roared.

I glanced at the security cameras to my right. Brock stood by himself at the door.

Yanking the door open, I waved him inside.

The guys ran toward me, clutching their guns.

“What’s going on?” Brock asked.

“Catch and Bianca are being followed. We have to get to them now.”

“Fuck Rémy,” growled.

Everyone scattered, climbing into their clothes and loading weapons into duffel bags.

“We have tons of ammo and weapons in the Suburban. Boss, we’re ready to roll,” Brock stated.

I nodded. “I’ll be right out.”

“Ritchie, what’s going on?” Tori asked, gripping a Glock in her hand.

“Catch and Bianca are being followed. I don’t think he told her what was going on. Because he sent a text instead of calling.”

Her eyes widened. “We have to get to them.”

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