Page 78 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Catch clenched his jaw and admitted, “She does.”

I added, “Not one man at this table is single.”

Veronica sighed next to Rémy and remarked, “The good ones are always taken.”

“There are plenty of single men in the club. Go mingle and have a good time,” I urged.

With a pout, they exited our booth.

Ezra politely said, “Enjoy your evening, ladies,” as Penelope gave Romeo’s shoulder a reassuring pat before walking deeper into V.I.P.

After lighting my cigar, I loosened my tie. “Could you imagine if the girls saw them sitting with us?” I asked.

“It wouldn’t have been a fair fight,” Romeo stated.

“You’re right, they’ve been bitten by the torture bug,” Catch chuckled.

Hearty laughter exploded around the table.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I retrieved it and stared at the screen.

Brock: The girls are here. They’re on dance floor number two.

Me: Thanks, Brock.

My gaze swept over the guys’ faces. Romeo, Rémy, and Ezra stared at their phone screens, too. They must’ve been notified the girls had arrived.

“The girls are here,” I said aloud.

Catch strolled over to the banister, puffing on his cigar. This was his first time leaving our table.

“Dance floor number two,” I shouted.

Catch nodded.

“Do you think we dodged a bullet?” Ezra asked.

I arched a brow. “You mean with those women?”

He nodded.

“I definitely hope so. For their sake,” I chuckled.

“I know I’m not seeing this,” Catch growled.

“He has his hands on my woman,” Catch roared.

I stalked toward my cousin in an effort to calm him down.

My eyes moved over the scene on the dance floor. Sure enough, some poor idiot had an arm wrapped around Bianca’s waist from behind.

Catch’s sinister eyes met mine. “He’s fucking dead.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TORI

THE VEGAS REUNION

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