Page 4 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“One more thing, Kagan.”

“What’s up?”

“What states are on that route?”

I heard his fingers fly across the keyboard. “Nebraska, Colorado, and Utah.”

My brows lowered. “Ok, talk to you soon,” I said before ending the call.

“Ezra, call my cousin. Tell him to send a jet filled with soldiers to an airstrip in Omaha, Nebraska closest to I-80.”

“On it, Ritchie.”

I had no idea where Tori was going. But if she was driving through Iowa, hopefully, we could catch her in Nebraska or Colorado. I’d keep calling Catch in the meantime. Ezra and I would hop on the jet I kept in Chicago. We’d meet Nick’s men in Omaha. What were Ezra and I about to walk into?

I didn’t know, and I didn’t give a fuck. As long as I got my woman back safe and sound.

Tori, I’m coming, baby.

CHAPTER TWO

THE KIDNAPPING

CATCH

My cousin had no idea the special kind of monster we faced. He was awake and demanded answers now. But I focused on trying to rescue Tori and Simone, so we maintained a safe distance from Rosco and his remaining entourage on the highway. We were outnumbered. I wouldn’t stop following them until I got reinforcements.

Romeo and I would take turns getting fuel and food while following that fucker. When Rosco stopped to refuel, we’d keep our distance. Something told me he wouldn’t risk trying to kill anyone until he was in his home state. The highway was littered with state troopers.

Once we crossed into Utah, I figured all his soldiers would be prepared to attack us, so I bided my time. We had roughly seventeen hours to get a team to Salt Lake City. I could get Kagan and his brother out here. But Maceo and Gabe worked closer to Marco. I couldn’t get them away from the boss without arousing suspicion. My last resort was calling my cousin Nick.

“Catch, Ritchie sent a rational text,” Bianca stated from her spot in the back seat caddy corner from me.

She was more composed today than at the warehouse yesterday.

I rememberedstanding outside the kitchen,listeningto Bianca and Toriquietlyplot how to handle Rosco on their own.

They were in for a big surprise.

Later that night, I laid on my bed beneath the flickering blue light of the TV screen mounted to the wall.

Bianca emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of sky-blue thongs and a tight white tank top that ended right below her bustline.

My woman knew just how to get my attention. Not that she needed to dress half naked to make my dick hard. Anytime I was near her, I wanted to be deep inside her pussy.

I ran my hands down her back and palmed her perfect ass cheeks, then whispered, “Kiss me.”

She responded by pressing her body against mine and running her hands over my chest.

When our lips met, I was lost in desire, feeling the warmth of our mouths combined with the sensation of my hard cock pressing against her slit through the thong.

Bianca made it difficult to resist her, but I had no choice.

Her fingers gripped the hem of my t-shirt. She attempted to push it up further. My hand came up to meet hers and stopped her progress.

Licking my lips suggestively, I commanded, “Not yet. I want to pull that thong off with my teeth.”

Panic flashed across her face before she put on a sweet smile. “I want to fuck you tonight, Callum.”

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