Page 44 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

A smile picked up at the ends of my lips as I marveled at her beautiful face. I pressed my lips to hers before I gathered my bulletproof vest and ambled out of the room.

AS SOON AS WE ARRIVEDat the specified location in Indiana, my team and I scattered. We were all equipped with bulletproofvests, earpieces, and duffel bags slung across our bodies. The bags were loaded with essential items such as tear gas, grenades, ammunition, and gas masks.

We also carried powerful machine guns and assault rifles equipped with silencers.

Kagan had paid a few neighbors to give him information. He had that boyish charm about him. It didn’t hurt he was the youngest mobster of the group.

Having Kagan here was a big help. His presence allowed Catch, Ezra, Rémy, Romeo, and me to focus our efforts on keeping our women safe and torturing Rosco. Killing Daryl’s men earlier was an added bonus.

Standing with my back against the side of the house across the street from Daryl’s house, I peeked at my watch. My heart slammed against my ribcage. I never knew how shit was going to play out. Daryl had proven to be very crafty.

It was fifteen minutes after midnight. A group of guys pulled up in front of the two-story house. I recognized one guy as the passenger Tori and I had a run in with earlier.

“Once they’re inside, we’ll surround the house and attack,” I said over the earpiece.

“Got it,” Catch said.

He was lying on the roof next door, peering through a sniper rifle scope. He was always our eyes during a situation.

The front door swung open and revealed a towering man, at least six-foot-five, glaring down at the three men on the porch. “Why the fuck are you here?” he growled.

“Come on, man. We just want to party. The incident earlier made those guys run away with their tails between their legs,” the passenger stated.

Catch chuckled. “Oh, so wrong,” he muttered, clearly disagreeing with the statement.

I smirked in response to my cousin’s comment.

The giant man pointed a finger squarely at the chest of the passenger. “I don’t give a damn. You can’t show up here after what went down. Not on the same day. You’re an idiot.”

“Man, you trippin’. Let us in. I heard it’s some fine ass bitches in there.” He peeked to the left and right, trying to see around the big guy’s massive body.

Someone inside the house said something to the big guy. He grabbed the passenger’s jacket and yanked him inside. Seems like he didn’t want to let them in but was ordered to.

Once the guys were inside, I heard the door slam shut.

“Brock, do you have eyes at the back of the house?” I asked.

Music blared through the house. The party had officially started.

“All clear, boss,” he stated.

“Let’s move in,” I ordered as I pulled my black mask over my face, that covered my hair, nose and mouth.

Our men stepped out of the shadows and crouched beside Daryl’s house. I stalked toward the backyard and unhooked the privacy fence latch. Peering inside, I noticed two men standing at the windows, gripping assault rifles. They stared out the windows into the yard.

“Make every shot count. Don’t kill women and children,” I ordered.

“Got it,” Kagan said, as he and Jesse approached.

Jesse was one of the many men my cousin Nick sent.

His dark brown eyes darkened as his gloved hand wrapped around the rifle handle.

The loud music poured out of the house vibrating the pavement.

I glanced at Kagan and Jesse. “On the count of three.” Holding up three fingers, I counted down.

“Three, two, one.”

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