Page 77 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

The rest of the guys howled with excitement.

I poured champagne into each of our glasses before returning the bottle to the table. “I’d like to propose a toast to my cousin,” I said, raising my glass high.

“Here’s to many years of blissful happiness with the one woman who stole Catch’s heart.”

“Thank you,” Catch stated.

“Salute!” we yelled as we clinked our glasses together.

We gulped down the champagne and placed our empty glasses on the table.

“It’s time for cigars.” Catch opened an expensive box of Cuban cigars sitting on the table.

“Ezra, now that we finally have time to kick it. Tell us how you know, Simone,” Catch suggested as he passed cigars to each of us.

I hadn’t pressed him about his obvious obsession with Simone. At the time, his job was to keep Tori safe. Hell, it still was.

“Five years ago, I met Simone in a nightclub in the heart of downtown Chicago. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen,” he said, staring into space.

“We spent a week together while I was on shore leave. There was no way I could let her go after that week.” There was a pained expression on his face.

“A scum sucking Irish asshole was after me. Simone wasn’t safe. Later I went to work for Nick.” He poured whiskey into his glass and knocked it back.

I placed a hand on his shoulder. “That’s enough for now. What matters is you crossed paths again. It looks like you two are getting along,” I said.

He smiled. “Yeah, we are.”

Boisterous laughter erupted behind me, and I turned to see five women approaching. They were all tall and lean, withperfectly styled hair and revealing dresses that left nothing to the imagination.

“Take a look at these gorgeous men,” one of the two blonde women said. “Hi, I’m Stacy. My friends and I are having the best time in Vegas and plan for even more fun tonight.” A flirtatious giggle fell past her lips as she tossed her long, bouncy blonde curls over her shoulder.

“This is Maddy,” she gestured to the other blonde beside her. Maddy’s eyes roved over Ezra.

Stacy continued. “And we have Rose, Penelope, and Veronica.”

The red-head Rose winked at Catch while Penelope smiled at Romeo. Veronica fluffed her dark locks as she eye fucked Rémy.

“You guys look like you’re having fun,” Veronica stated as her hungry eyes danced over each of us like she’d be thrilled to fuck us all.

“We’re having a private celebration,” Catch replied tersely.

But the women seemed unfazed by his words and proceeded to squeeze onto the seats between us, their flirtatious demeanor not faltering for a second.

“You guys are the most handsome men here tonight,” Rose purred, leaning towards Catch and taking in his scent.

Maddy’s gaze was fixed on Ezra, a clear longing in her eyes as she suggested buying four more bottles of champagne to join in on our celebration.

Meanwhile, Stacy licked her lips as her eyes roamed over my muscular frame.

I gestured to Catch and clarified, “This is a bachelor party. For him.”

The women erupted in laughter.

Stacy interjected, “Why aren’t you guys at a strip club?”

I replied, “Because he specifically wants to celebrate his last night as a single man at the same club as his fiancée.”

The girls exchanged glances before Rose whined, “Sounds like she has you whipped.”

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