Page 52 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Grinning, I shoved Reece’s penis into Daryl’s mouth. It was exhilarating to be in control, and this was definitely entertaining. Asia helped me pull down Daryl’s pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you suck Reece’s dick. This could be yourfirst time. Now Reece, on the other hand. This might be the perfect way for him to go out sucking your dick,” I said as I slid the scalpel through his flesh, causing Daryl to scream in agony.

I walked over to Reece. “Here you go. It might have a hint of urine; he peed himself when I cut off his dick.” The girls and I snickered.

Asia tended to Daryl’s now missing genital area. Smirking, I pushed Daryl’s severed member into Reece’s mouth.

“Enjoy. Now my friends and I will sip champagne while we watch you two suck each other’s dicks,” I announced with glee.

With a skip in my step, I made my way over to the little bar Ritchie set up near the door.

“Girls, we have to celebrate. I’m thinking we should throw a party downstairs tonight. After my father returns to Chicago, we’ll go for a nice night out on the town.”

The girls gathered around. Each snapping off their bloody plastic gloves discarding them on top of mine on the plastic sheet.

I poured champagne into each of our glasses. “Girls, the war is over. And we are about to run the fucking Chi!” I yelled.

We clinked our glasses.

“We are about to show the South Side we run this bitch,” Asia screeched.

Bianca and Simone waved a hand in the air, dancing.

“This is our city now,” Simone shouted.

I turned to Daryl and Reece. “What a sight.” Their mouths were stuffed with each other’s dicks.

“Damn, I wish I could take a picture,” I said.

“A mental pic will have to do,” Bianca chuckled.

The door swung open, smacking the wall.

We turned.

Shit.

My gaze met the angry gray eyes of the towering, muscled man standing in the doorway.

“What the fuck, Tori?”

I sauntered over and halted before him. “What’s the matter?”

“Catch said you cut off their fucking dicks.” His beautiful gray eyes lifted over my head.

Ritchie burst into laughter.

“Cutting off their dicks was purely therapeutic, Ritchie.”

His large hand curled around my neck. His teeth clenched my pouty lower lip.

“You’ll pay for that, Tori,” he growled.

Heat flooded my core. “I guess that’s what I get for being a naughty girl.”

Ritchie crushed my lips.

I just became the queen of Chicago. It was time to bust some heads open.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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