Page 51 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“He really loves you, T.” Asia lifted her glass.

“He does.” I felt my cheeks heat.

“T, I’m so happy for you,” Bianca said. “I’m learning to embrace this newfound wealth.”

I hoisted the saw in the air. “Good for you, B.”

“Tori, the gold digger,” Reece sputtered a laugh.

My eyes narrowed. “I’m a gold digger because the man I crushed on happened to be rich? I had no fucking idea. I’ll do something special just for you.” I pointed the saw at him.

Hopping over to the table, I grabbed another scalpel. It was long and sleek. “This should work,” I muttered.

“Simone, can we get some old school music going? How about Missy Elliot? Play ‘Hot Boyz.’ These two once were hot boys,” I burst into laughter.

My girl didn’t waste time playing my song request.

“Asia, can you give me a hand?” I asked, bobbing my head to the music.

“Gladly.” She snatched a scalpel off the table, then plunged it into Reece’s arm.

“What the fuck?” he hollered out in shock.

“Oh, you thought because we didn’t know the part you played in my best friend’s somber life, I wouldn’t help make you pay.” She chuckled. “You were mistaken.

Simone picked up a switchblade off the table and jammed it into Daryl’s arm.

“Fuck, Daryl,” screamed.

“Now you have matching stab wounds,” Simone stated.

Laughter erupted around the room.

I knelt down in front of Reece, a mischievous glint in my eye. “This is going to be bittersweet for you,” I teased, tugging at the side of his jeans. Asia joined me on her knees beside him.

“What are you two doing?” Reece protested, trying to wiggle away but unable to because of the restraints binding his ankles to the chair legs.

“Don’t worry, Daryl,” I reassured our other captive. “You’re next.” I smirked at Reece as I pulled his pants down past his knees.

“What the hell?” Daryl exclaimed in disgust.

“Relax, we’ll take care of you too,” Asia chimed in with a wicked grin.

Reece struggled against his bindings as I exposed his penis from his boxers. “Stop, please,” he begged.

“T, you better hurry before Ritchie comes in here. I wouldn’t be surprised if Catch is watching. My man has a sick kind of love for torture,” Bianca said.

“I think all the mafia men in this house do.” Asia smirked.

“Ok, I’ll hurry,” I said, staring into Reece’s desperate eyes as I gripped the base of his dick.

“Come on, don’t do this. I’m sorry,” Reece pleaded.

My smile faded at his words. “No, you’re not sorry.” With ease, I slid a scalpel along the base of his shaft, causing him to cry out in pain while Daryl yelled curses beside us.

Asia quickly applied gauze to Reece’s bloody and now dickless area.

I turned to Daryl with a sly look. “For old times’ sake.” I winked playfully.

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