Page 49 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

I shrugged. “Sometimes I did. The people of this town also feared you and me.”

My gaze cut to my cousin. “They feared me and Man-Man. Not me, you, and Man-Man.”

“Oh, you being petty now? Because he was giving me his dick. You had the power.”

I saw fucking red. “Shut the fuck up. You had no problem letting your so-called man keep you a secret. Making you his house hoe while he flaunted me around the city.”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Reece roared.

“Someone’s touchy,” Asia chuckled.

His eyes cut to my friends. “All of you shut your greedy mouths. None of you had a problem eating off my man’s plate.”

“Says the secret hoe,” Bianca spat.

Simone stepped closer. “We had no idea you were the house dick. But man, it makes sense now. One day I caught you glowering at Man-Man and Tori. Now I know why.” Her gaze flicked to Daryl. “And you. Tori kept your secret all this time. How could you hold killing Marlowe over her head?”

“She’ll go down for his murder,” Daryl snickered.

“No, she won’t. Our mafia men will handle it,” Bianca added.

“I left a little something behind for you, Tori. It will come for you when you least expect it.” Daryl smirked.

“You thought you could kill us and there wouldn’t be blood on your hands.” Reece shook his head.

“Oh, how naïve little sad Tori is,” Reece chuckled.

I snatched up a scalpel and stepped closer to Reece. “You see, I have the perfect fairytale after all.”

He smacked his lips. I jammed the scalpel into his cheek.

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“T, what the fuck?” Daryl roared.

Placing my hands on my knees as I still clutched the saw in one hand, I peered into Reece’s eyes.

“As I was saying. I have my own man. One who wants to give me the world. He loves and adores me.” I bit back the tears.

“He loves me even though I’m a little fucked up because I was raped,” I yelled over Reece and Daryl’s hollering.

“And I have a hard time leaving this state. He’s getting me the help I need to move forward in my life. My man took bullets for me on more than one occasion. Killed the motherfucker who fucking peed on me.” My sinister eyes moved to Daryl.

“You let Rosco kidnap me. Like we were never best friends. You would do anything to keep your bottom, bitch,” I snarled as I slid the saw across his thigh.

“You were supposed to be my best friend. How could you use me for your own happiness? I deserved to have someone who would love me, too. Treat me like a queen.”

His body trembled as I cut through the bone. “I treated you good, good,” he stuttered.

The lower half of Daryl’s leg fell to the plastic sheet with a loud thud.

“Asia, create a tourniquet, please. This motherfucker can’t die yet. My man asked me not to kill him. I’m sure Ritchie wants to torture him, for shooting him so many times.”

“After everything...I did for you, T. And them.” He glared at my friends over my head.

“We were all from the hood. We were always supposed to look out for each other. Never use each other,” I stated.

Standing to my full height, I took a step back so Asia could stop Daryl from bleeding out.

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