Page 63 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Lexis hates her mother. Hadn’t spoken to her in years.” He pulled away from the curb.

“That’s odd,” I mumbled.

I didn’t press him to tell me more. I’d wait and ask another time.

ONCE WE RETURNED TOthe house, I stood in the middle of our master closet, climbing out of my soiled dress. Ritchie took the liberty of bringing some of our clothes to the house. He wanted me to feel at home. The only furniture we had was the massive king-sized bed and a TV in our master suite. I had my work cut out for me decorating this mini mansion.

“Are you ok?” he asked, pulling my hair up from behind. Ritchie stuffed my strands into a scrunchie.

I smiled at our reflections in the floor to ceiling mirror. His sculpted naked body made me gasp.

“What? You know I like to sleep naked.”

I grinned. “Yes, do.”

“Come on. Our bath is ready.” Ritchie tugged my hand, leading me into our oasis of a bathroom.

“It’s gorgeous, Ritchie.”

The glass shower stretched along one wall, while a double vanity sat to my right. Underneath a canopy of windows stood an oversized circular tub. He grabbed a remote and pressed a button, causing cream-colored shades to gracefully cover the windows.

I couldn't help but grin. "I want to turn this into a spa."

He chuckled. "I knew you'd love it here."

His lips traced the curve of my neck down to my shoulder. "Someday, we'll hear the sound of our kids running through this house."

“Ritchie,” I moaned.

“It feels like you’re trying to wear me down with the talk of kids.”

“Is it working?” he asked.

“I’m coming to Jersey City to clean house,” I warned.

Figured I’d change the subject.

“Tori, I’m a well-known mafia man. Women in my city are attracted to dangerous men. You’ll find yourself on a killing spree. Just like I will here.”

My head snapped to the side, I met his gaze as he held my hand, helping into the piping hot water. “What do you mean you’re going on a killing spree?”

“Tori once the streets learn the ex-notorious kingpin’s girlfriend is single.”

“But I’m not,” I stated.

“You and I know that. Soon all of Chicago will too. Unfortunately, I’ll have to make examples out of several men who think they can disrespect our relationship.”

He eased into the tub behind me, pulling my body flush against his muscled chest.

“Now that your father is taking the throne people will try him too. Don’t worry, gorgeous. My men will keep you safe.”

“Time for a little fun,” I laughed.

“Ritchie, on the way back to the warehouse in the morning can we stop at my house. I’d like to get Reaper and Slasher ready to be transported to our home.”

The words felt foreign on my tongue. I’d get used to it in time.

“Sure,” he replied.

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