Page 71 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Catch: Since you didn’t respond to any of my previous text messages, I reached out to Brock. He told me what happened. I’m happy you and Tori are safe. Last night, you and I discussed the plan for today.

“Shit,” I muttered.

Catch: I understand the unfortunate incident set you back. I need my best man and Bianca’s maid of honor in Vegas asap.

Me: We’ll be there.

Catch: Great! Can’t wait to see you, brother.

Me: It will be good to see you, too.

I hadn’t had a chance to mention Las Vegas to Tori. It was all about timing with her. Honestly, I didn’t mind. Maybe I was crazy, but I loved that she was wounded. Broken.

Yeah, I knew it sounded fucked up.

Does it make me a bad person for wanting to be the man to provide the tools to put her back together again?

Maybe. So the fuck what. Our relationship wasn’t cookie cutter. We faced problems the first day we met. I’d be there for her through it all.

I told Tori her best friend was getting married. In Vegas. Her eyes were as big as saucers. She didn’t look ok.

“I’ll FaceTime her,” Tori stated.

Tori thought she wasn’t going to Vegas.

“You think that’s all you’ll do? It’s not, Tori,” I growled.

My hand caressed her thigh.

“I’ll get you through the trip,” I stated.

My words bounced around in her pretty head.

She could barely hold it together once we reached the warehouse. Despite my splitting headache, I fucked the panic attack right out of my beautiful woman.

That orgasm would keep her relaxed until we reached the jet.

Tori slept on the plane, so I didn’t have anything to worry about until later that day.

Setting up the cameras in the hotel suite might’ve been over kill. I felt it was necessary. Arlis said I needed to take it easy. Again. Damn, every time I turned around, I had a concussion or other life-threatening injuries.

Wrapped in each other’s embrace, we lay in the oversized bed that felt fit for royalty. My lips brushed against Tori’s cheek as I ran my hand over her curves. She looked so peaceful in her slumber. The mere thought of leaving her and moving back to Jersey made me angry.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the nightstand, breaking the tranquility of the moment. Gently, I untangled myself from Tori and swung my legs over the edge of the bed to grab my phone.

A text from my neighbor Gloria appeared on the screen.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

RITCHIE

THE VEGAS TRIP

Ifailed to mention to Tori that I took Gloria up on one of her offers. It wasn’t major. I’d tell Tori before I returned to Jersey. There was nothing going on between Gloria and me. I had nothing to hide.

Gloria: Hey Ritchie, just wanted to let you know that I took Mr. Chaos to the groomers since you’ll be coming home on Sunday. Sinchi and I will miss him.

Sinchi was my neighbor’s cat. What could I say? Gloria took great care of my cat.

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