Page 66 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Ritchie asked every five minutes if I was all right. My head, chest, and back throbbed with agony, but I continued to insist that I was fine. He could see right through my facade, though.

Honestly, I was just so happy he was alive. I figured I’d tell him the truth about how I was feeling later. After a nap I’d be good as new. My focus was on him. “I’ll call your uncle. He’ll get you back to yourself in no time,” I confirmed.

My eyes were glued to the road.

I could feel his beautiful gray eyes linger on my side profile.

“Tori, you’re not ok,” he growled.

“We’ll be at the warehouse soon, Ritchie. We can freshen up and relax,” I reassured.

“Tori, baby, you’re rambling. Which means you’re stalling.”

Maybe I was. We had just finished one war. Couldn’t we catch a break?

“Ritchie, we can discuss the explosion once you promise to let your uncle examine you.”

He glanced at his phone and muttered a curse. “Fuck.”

Was it his boss calling?

He quickly sent a text. “Ok, Arlis will meet with me later today. Now, who tried to kill you?”

I blew out a breath. “There was a box under a stack of mail. The message on the box read:Tori, this package is just for you. I’m delivering a little bang.

From: You know who.

“She was back and ready to kill,” I stated.

Silence.

“Tori, the name,” he warned.

“Tyra,” I answered.

Ritchie shook his head in my periphery.

“Her cousin lives across the street from me. I’m not sure how Tyra knew I’d come home today.”

“Could she be working with someone in Daryl’s camp?” he asked.

“Yes, she has to be. Probably had corner boys watching out for me. I’ll deal with her soon. We have to get soldiers in place once my father arrives Monday.”

“Good,” he sighed.

“Baby, your best friend Bianca’s getting married tomorrow.”

“What?” My lips parted and my eyes widened.

I hadn’t received a text message or call from Bianca.

“Did Catch tell you this?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“What time? Where?” I asked.

“Las Vegas.”

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