Page 48 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

THE GIRLS AND I STOODoutside the torture room. My chest rose and fell. Anger coursed through my veins. It just hit me.

“The war is over,” I whispered as my gaze moved over my friends’ faces.

Simone gripped her chest and released a breath.

Asia jogged down the hallway with her fists in the air. The heavy black leather apron smacked her black boots. “Yes,” she shouted.

Simone stored the leather aprons, bouffant caps, plastic, and leather gloves in the closet outside this room. That was smart thinking.

Bianca jumped up and down in place. “It’s over,” she whisper yelled.

I waved my hands in the air and danced in place, smiling from ear to ear.

“Let’s fuck this motherfucker up.”

I forcefully entered the room, slamming the door behind us. A pungent odor of decay instantly assaulted my nostrils. I quickly covered my nose with my hand and scanned the room asmy eyes darted to the corner of the room, where Rosco’s lifeless body lay slumped against the wall.

“Damn, he stinks.” Asia let out a disgusted grunt at the stench.

It had been a long time since I smelled a corpse.

Bianca joined in with a burst of laughter. “Looks like the guys finally did him in.”

Simone added, “Fucking good. After the way, he tormented Tori and me. He deserved his painful death.”

Simone narrowed her eyes at Daryl. “The motherfucker urinated on, my best friend.”

Asia excused herself to grab some candles while I picked up a sheet of plastic from the floor and placed it over Rosco’s body. “Burn in hell, you piece of shit,” I muttered under my breath, hoping to block out some of the putrid smell.

Turning to Daryl in the center of the room, I feigned excitement as I approached him. “Daryl, it’s so good to see you again.”

His arms were zip tied to the back of the chair. His ankles were also bound.

“Girls, remember that time we met up with Man-Man at the chop shop?” I asked as I glared into his dark brown eyes.

“Yes,” each of my friends responded.

“The carnage in that place was unreal. I don’t recall ever seeing so many dead bodies in one place. That was when my so-called man had become the king of the Chi.” I pulled the blue plastic gloves over my fingers.

“Oh, so you think you’re the shit now, T?” Daryl asked. Anger etched in his once handsome face.

His right eye was sealed shut. There was a lump protruding from his forehead near his temple. No wonder my man didn’t want to wake up. Ritchie and the guys worked Daryl over good.

“Why would you ask me that, Daryl?”

“Because you linked up with the white boys. And now you’re about to take over the Chi?”

I laced my fingers behind my back. “Hmm, am I the woman because Ritchie’s my man?”

“You weren’t shit before me, T,” Daryl spat.

“One thing at a time,” I chuckled.

“Ritchie realized something was off in my life. He sent his cousin to watch over me. Once he found out I was in the hospital, he hired a bodyguard. I have my own personal bodyguard. Can you believe that?”

“You had bodyguards when you were with me too,” Daryl bit out.

Grabbing the bloody saw off a nearby stainless-steel table, I held it up under the bright lights, admiring the tool.

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