Page 139 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Simone, Bianca, and Asia often refused to accept the gifts I offered them because they didn’t want to feel like they weretaking advantage of me. But I knew what they deserved, and their hearts were pure gold.

The men left the room and headed upstairs to the game room where they could relax with top-shelf liquor and play pool. Our men deserved to blow off some steam. I’d imagine it wasn’t easy being mafia bodyguards.

I couldn’t contain my glee as I asked Tyra, “So where were we?”

“Oh yeah, you shot me in my left breast.” I grabbed a hammer off the nearby table and brought it down on her knee.

“You bitch!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I... fucking... hate... you,” Tyra sobbed. “Clearly, you tried to turn my friends against me.”

I pointed the hammer at her. “When I was on top. I made sure we all were.”

“You did,” she admitted. “Then you squandered it...away...to be... with... that... white dude,” she grunted.

“I was blackmailed into a life with Daryl. He wanted his happiness, but I could never have mine because of his fear that I would ruin his happy home with my cousin Reece. When I saw Ritchie, I finally thought about my own happiness. I didn’t want to keep playing around with random men every Saturday night and then returning to my life with Daryl.”

I nodded. “So yeah, I went for what I desired. But the demons in my head made me feel unworthy of happiness.”

My eyes narrowed. “But you came back from the dead and almost killed the man who loves me unconditionally. The playhouse was flattened and now your aunts house is too.” A devilish smirk lifted the corners of my lips as I brought the hammer down on her other knee.

Her cries filled the space. Her shoulders shook from the pain.

“You didn’t have to stay our friend, Tyra. You could have walked away. But greed and jealousy consumed you,” I stated coldly.

I stepped back, the hammer shook in my grip. “I will struggle to conceive because of the bullet I took during the war.”

My best friends gasped around me.

Tyra’s lips curved into a smile. “Good.”

My hand curled around the knife in my other hand. “Yeah, well, my husband already scheduled a surgery that will repair the damage. Because he wants to get started on building a family with me.”

Warmth swept through my body. I was a lucky woman. One who had pushed her way into the mafia bodyguard’s life. He loved me with all his heart.

“We’ll continue to ride for each other,” Asia stated as she plunged a knife into Tyra’s breasts.

“Real friends love on each other through thick and thin.” Bianca shot me a smile before dragging her knife along the length of Tyra’s thigh.

“You always have to be the center of attention, Tyra. I guess this time in your second death is no different.”

Simone moved her saw back and forth, cutting through flesh and bone on Tyra’s arm just below the shoulder.

“You were all just pawns in my game,” Tyra screamed.

Yup, she was one twisted bitch.

“We tried to see the good in you, Tyra. It was just never enough to overshadow your black heart. Burn in hell,” I roared.

Together, we raised our knives high and drove them into Tyra’s body over and over again.

When it was finally done, we dropped our weapons on the table and embraced each other in front of Tyra’s lifeless form. Blood covered our faces and clothes, but we didn’t care. It was finished. The bitch was dead.

After dismembering her body, we fed it through the meat grinder, disposing of her once and for all.

RITCHIE

DINNER WITH MY FAMILY

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