Page 45 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

My AR-fifteen was held firmly in my grasp, the scope aiding my sight as I cautiously made my way into the backyard. Kagan and Jesse were close behind me, ready for action. My finger tightened on the trigger and a shot rang out, shattering the window and hitting one guard in the head. He dropped to the ground with a thud. The other guard didn’t even have time to react before Kagan took aim and fired, quickly taking out the second threat. As a woman’s scream pierced through the air, I gave the command to move forward.

We couldn’t allow Daryl to escape.

I fired another shot, striking the lock before I slammed my boot into the thick wooden door. It flew open. A man stood in my line of sight and opened fire. The guys and I jumped out of the way. A bullet slammed into the enemy’s forehead.

“Great shot, Brock,” I stated.

“Don’t leave one stone unturned,” I ordered the team.

As we made our way through the kitchen, I noticed four women huddled together, hiding under the butcher block counter. They were visibly shaken. Tears streamed down their faces.

Suddenly, a woman appeared from the hallway and started firing bullets into the room. I couldn’t just stand by and let her harm those innocent women. My team and I quickly took up positions on either side of the room, and I cautiously peeked around the corner with my Glock ready. In one swift motion, I aimed and fired a bullet from my gun’s chamber. It hit her shoulder, and she fell to the ground.

Jesse moved quickly, knocking her rifle aside and zip tying her wrists and ankles.

“Get ready to die, bitch ass white boys,” she spat.

“The entire crew isn’t made up of white boys,” Jesse snickered.

“As you can see, I’m black.” He shook his head.

I guess Daryl told his people our crew was made up of only white men. Rosco knew different since my team, and I fought against him in battle.

Our team stormed the house. I could distinctly point out who was with us by the sound their weapons made. Because we used silencers, I heard pip sounds. Daryl’s men used handguns. Their weapons caused ringing in my ears. We apprehended as many enemies as we could as we stalked through the house.

I noticed something moving under the coffee table in the living room. Gripping one end, I tossed the table aside.

“Don’t shoot,” the guy spat.

A cocky smirk hit my lips. “So we meet again.”

The passenger smacked his lips. “Fuck you, motherfucka.”

Kagan and Jesse laughed.

I pressed the muzzle of my gun against his forehead and spoke over the music. “You thought we retreated with our tails between our legs. You were mistaken.” With that, I pulled the trigger and watched as his body fell to the ground.

To create a distraction, we left the music playing in the background. Through my earpiece, I asked for an update on our target’s location. Unfortunately, none of my team had eyes on Daryl. Frustration building, I focused my gaze on the end of the hallway, where I saw a familiar bulky figure. It was the same man who had been guarding the door, now deceased, with blood dripping from a bullet wound in his forehead. His lifeless eyes seemed to stare right through me.

Turning back, I peeked between Kagan and Jesse as I pointed a gloved finger downstairs. Our footsteps halted at the basement door.

Jesse reached for the knob, swinging it open.

Gunfire erupted. A bullet pierced Jesse’s vest.

“Ouch,” he barked.

“Kagan, cover me,” I said.

I grabbed Jesse’s body and dragged him to the side.

Staring down the hallway, I waved one of our guys over.

“Get him out of here,” I ordered.

“I’m not leaving,” Jesse bit out.

His determination made me proud. “Ok.”

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