Page 40 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Tori, somehow we will. You and the girls will have to come with us. Not sure when Catch noticed they were being followed.” I ran a hand over my brow.

“Guys, the ladies have to come with us,” I shouted throughout the warehouse.

“We don’t know if we’ve been compromised. I won’t take any chances. Every one grab at least two weapons. We’ll need all the firepower we can get.”

Asia and Simone jumped into action, not hesitating to grab their duffels loaded with rifles and ammunition.

Once we were on the road, I called Kagan.

“Hey, I need you to get eyes on Catch. I need his exact location. He’s being followed. We have to protect Catch and Bianca.”

“I’m on it, Ritchie,” he said.

A few minutes later, I received another text.

Catch: We’re walking into the restaurant now.

Me: We’re en route.

Catch: We’re in the restaurant. I want my fiancée to enjoy a nice dinner. Keep the assholes out, please.

“Catch is such the fucking romantic,” I muttered.

Me: Yeah, got it.

Brock peeked at me. “Why did you say that?”

“He wants Bianca to enjoy dinner.”

A chuckle fell from Tori’s mouth.

I glanced over my shoulder at my woman. “You think that’s funny?”

The streetlamps dotting the side of the highway cast shadows over her face. Putting her beauty on full display.

“Yes, but it’s also cute.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine.

“Put on the bullet-proof vest and a baseball cap. I don’t want anyone recognizing my pretty little woman.”

“Your pretty little woman ain’t afraid to bust a cap in somebody’s ass.” She winked.

And instantly, I wanted to take her back to our home base and fuck the shit out of her.

Focus, Ritchie.

My tongue slicked over my lower lip. “Don’t I know it.”

My phone vibrated. I peeked at the screen. Kagan texted the name of the restaurant. I flashed the screen at Brock before I entered the address into the GPS.

We were three SUVs deep. Ezra and Simone drove the Tahoe directly behind us. Romeo, Rémy, and Asia were in the last Tahoe.

I tapped my earbud so I could communicate with the team. “Use silencers. I can’t imagine the suburban police taking more than five minutes to respond. Ezra, once we arrive, find a place to set up. We can’t afford to get in trouble with the suburban police. Not sure if we can easily pay them off. Chicago police are corrupt as fuck. They accept our pay offs. Also, no headshots if we can help it. We are shooting to put them down temporarily,” I barked out.

“Understood,” Ezra and Rémy stated.

Brock rolled into the well-lit parking lot.

“Everyone fan out. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.

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