Page 46 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I glanced at Ray, who kneeled beside Jesse. “Keep him safe.”

“I will,” Ray responded.

Standing to my full height, I met Kagan’s gaze. “Ready?” I asked as I slid my night vision goggles over my eyes.

“Born ready,” he replied, slipping his on.

I let out a small laugh in front of my team before we all put on our gas masks. I took out a tear gas canister from the pocket of my cargo pants and armed it by pulling the pin. With a swift throw, I flung it down the dark staircase.

“Shit,” Daryl muttered from somewhere in the basement.

We cautiously made our way down the stairs, with Daryl firing his weapon blindly into the darkness. My men and I, equipped with night vision goggles, easily picked off his men one by one as they surrounded him.

“It’s time to go, Daryl. I have someone special waiting for you at our headquarters,” I said coldly.

“Stay the fuck back!” Daryl yelled, frantically searching for us.

“Your time is up,” I stated calmly as I shot his gun out of his hand.

I lunged towards him, grabbing his t-shirt and delivering a strong punch to his jaw with my gloved fist.

“Ah!” he cried out in pain.

“I have big plans for you, Daryl.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TORI

THE TIME HAS COME TO PAY

Arlis and I met for my appointment in the living room at nine o’clock this morning. He told me he arrived last night. He didn’t explain why. I wondered; did it have anything to do with Catch’s father coming over today?

Arlis said I was healing well, and I could get the injury site wet. I’ll just need to bandage it afterwards.

The piping hot water pounding on my skin felt therapeutic. I’d taken for granted the simple act of being able to maneuver freely. I was filled with glee because I felt like my old self again.

I cooked Ritchie a big breakfast, pancakes, bacon, sausage links, eggs, and grits. Clutching the glass of orange juice in the crook of my arm, I carried the plate into our bedroom and kicked the door closed.

Ritchie left out again last night. Not sure when he returned, he was sound asleep when I woke up this morning. I let him sleep until now. He could go back to sleep after he ate. I placed the glass of orange juice on the nightstand.

Climbing onto the bed, with his meal in hand, I straddled him. Ritchie’s morning wood pressed against my pussy. I’d love to stay locked up in this room and fuck his brains out.

His brown hair was tousled across his forehead. My hand caressed his bare, muscled chest. Ritchie’s large hand squeezed my ass. “Baby, give me a few more minutes.”

“Ritchie, do you smell the good food I cooked for you?”

One stormy gray eye popped open. “Aren’t you supposed to take it easy?” he asked. His words came out gravelly.

Fatigue was heavy on his handsome face. He had bags under his eyes. They were noticeable before, but even more so now.

My smile withered. “Eat please and go back to sleep. I need you to get as much rest as you can.”

He stretched his other hand out for the plate.

I inched it backward. “Promise.”

He slid to a sitting position. I moved with him as his back rested against the headboard. Ritchie gripped the plate as his lips sank into my neck. “Thanks for taking care of me, baby.”

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