Page 133 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“That was exhilarating,” I chirped.

“Woo who,” Simone howled.

Bianca smiled from ear to ear.

“That felt good destroying those assholes,” Asia stated.

Ezra sneaked a glance at Simone before focusing back on the road. “It wasn’t for me,” Ezra growled, gripping her thigh.

“Simone, if something happened to your friends, I would’ve had to answer to their husbands.”

Simone leaned over, kissing his lips. “We kicked ass,” she purred.

Was our best friend about to fuck her husband in front of us?

“Bianca, please tell Ezra where to go so we can roll up on that bitch,” I stated.

“On it,” Bianca replied.

Simone sank back into her seat after calming her husband down.

“I can’t wait to see that bitch’s face,” Bianca snickered, before rattling off the directions to Ezra confidently.

Ezra rolled to a stop near a weathered group of warehouses.

Several men patrolled the perimeter. My lips tipped upward. “Bianca, great job finding Tyra’s headquarters.”

She had an army of men. Where did she get the money to fund her artillery and team?

Daryl had betrayed us all, leaving Tyra a hefty sum of money and trying to pave her way as the next Man-Man. But I wouldn’t let that happen. My father was back where he belonged - in control of the Southside. And no one would dare try to take it from us again.

As we geared up to find Tyra, I could feel the tension and excitement building among my girls. We were a force to be reckoned with - fierce and determined.

“Time to move out,” I barked, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

“The warehouse on the left. We’ll stick to the perimeter and take out the guards,” I said, my voice cold and resolute.

“Got it,” Aisha replied, already slipping silently out of the SUV like a shadow.

We moved low and fast, weaving behind buildings. Ezra, always one step ahead, darted past us, rifle at the ready. It was his job to protect us—protect me. I hated how much I relied on him, but damn it, I loved how he kept us safe.

Ezra crouched, peering through the scope of his rifle.

Simone’s eyes lit up behind her mask as she caught sight of her husband in action. It was almost too cute, considering the situation we were in.

Ezra moved swiftly, each movement calculated and precise. The rest of us followed suit, taking out each gunman with swiftefficiency. Bullets flew past us as we made our way towards the back entrance.

Brock pulled up the rear. “Keep moving,” his voice came through our earpieces, urging us on.

Bodies hit the ground, blood pooling beneath them as we formed a tight line behind Ezra. He planted C-four near the lock of the door, his hands steady as ever. He stepped back as he pressed the detonator. The explosive barely made a sound, but the door flew open like it had been hit by a wrecking ball.

Ezra led the charge, firing at the men inside before they could react. The warehouse erupted in chaos—gunfire, shouting, the acrid tang of smoke filling the air.

A sudden, searing pain tore through my body. I stumbled but kept going.Not now. Don’t stop now.My mind locked on one thing: Tyra. That bitch had to die.

How would I explain this to Ritchie?

I saw a flash of movement—a figure in black sprinting toward the front entrance. I knew that run. We’d only been friends for years.

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