Page 134 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

She glanced back, her Glock barking as she fired blindly at us. I didn’t stop to check if anyone was hit. I just ran.

“Tori, no!” Ezra’s voice was sharp, almost panicked.

“Cover me!” I yelled, my finger squeezing the trigger as I dropped the men shielding Tyra.

“Time to die, bitch,” I growled through gritted teeth as I aimed my weapon at her.

Her smirking face only fueled my anger as she aimed her gun back at me. With a loud bang, her bullet struck me in the chest.

“Oof.” I staggered, the pain radiating through my arm like wildfire, causing my hand to shake.

The bitch shot me in the fucking breast.

But I wasn’t done. Not yet. I aimed and pulled the trigger. My bullet struck her leg, and she crumpled with a scream.

“Ahhh!” she cried, limping toward the exit.

Suddenly, a shot came from beside me. The bullet hit her hand, sending her Glock clattering to the floor.

“You fucking bitch,” Tyra shrieked.

“I’ll be your bitch today,” Asia sneered.

“Can you zip tie her?” I asked weakly, feeling blood oozing down my stomach from where one of the bullets had struck me below my vest. “I’ve been shot... multiple times.”

“Tori!” Aisha’s eyes widened in horror. “No, no, no!”

“Simone, get over here!” Aisha cried.

Gunfire erupted around us again, deafening and relentless. I let my rifle drop to my side, drawing my Glock. My shots were sloppy, my hand trembling, but I wouldn’t stop.

Ezra and Brock stormed in like a hurricane, cutting down the remaining men. Ezra tossed a grenade toward the front entrance. The explosion shook the ground beneath us, the smell of charred flesh hitting me like a wave.

My legs gave out.

“I got you,” Ezra said, his arms wrapping around me.

“Girls, grab Tyra. We’re leaving,” he ordered.

My vision blurred as I struggled to stay conscious. “We got her?” I managed to ask.

“Yeah, we got her,” Ezra replied, determination etched on his face.

My eyelids felt heavy as the cold air hit my face. Was he running?

“Ritchie’s going to be upset,” I mumbled, my voice faint.

“Stay with me,” Ezra said firmly.

Images of Ritchie holding me flashed through my mind, and I longed for his comforting embrace.

Maybe it was time to take a break after this.

I felt the warmth of a hand curl around mine.

“Look at us, Tori,” Bianca demanded, her voice breaking.

My eyes fluttered open. Tears streamed down her face.

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