Page 73 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“I’ll have Nick send more men. The girls need extra security. If I wasn’t at the playhouse...” My words trailed off.

Rémy squeezed my shoulder. “But you were. We’ll rotate weekends. That way at least one of us is in Chicago every week.”

I released a breath. “That sounds good.”

Romeo grabbed the bottle of whiskey and refilled our glasses.

A cocky grin hit Catch’s lips as he brought the glass to his mouth. “If you never went to Chicago and met Tori, I wouldn’t be getting married to her best friend tomorrow. One interaction with that head strong beautiful woman and I was a goner.” He sipped the whiskey.

“Bianca will have to live between Jersey City and Chicago,” Catch stated, smoothing a hand over his tailored gray suit jacket.

“Can’t believe you got her to agree to travel back and forth,” Romeo stated from his seat across from Catch and me.

“Asia will visit but travel back and forth often...nope...she said after Tori gets better, she will,” Rémy added.

My brow lifted. “Catch, so she’s good with that?” I asked.

He chuckled. “She lost her shit when she found out I brought her here to get married. So, no.”

Catch drained his glass.

“Tori, starts therapy next week,” I confirmed.

“Ritchie, kidnap her. Take her to Jersey City,” Catch suggested.

Laughter filled the bus.

“Take that firecracker against her will to Jersey City. Good luck,” Ezra muttered under his breath.

My fingers slipped through my hair. “Good point, Ezra. That little firecracker’s situation is different. I had to fuck her first panic attack of the day out of her.” I gulped the whiskey.

The guys burst into laughter again.

I pointed my glass at them. “And that was just to get her on the plane. She had another breakdown in the hotel suite before we arrived at the diner,” I admitted.

“I know you must’ve wanted to kill that bastard who raped her,” Catch bit out.

“I sure fucking did,” I growled in response. “Too bad he’s already dead.”

“Now Daryl, on the other hand.” I flashed a devilish smirk.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RITCHIE

THE BACHELOR PARTY

“I’ll just have to take the satisfaction of ending Daryl.” I took a swig of my whiskey.

The night leading up to this trip was long but rewarding.

Ezra killed Rosco for kidnapping Simone; he deserved to get that kill which happened days ago. We left his rotting corpse in the torture room with Daryl and Reece to make them suffer even more. Back to last night.

I entered the torture room. The smell of Rosco’s rotting corpse hit my nose. Before I climbed into my torture gear, I applied a small dab of Vick’s VapoRub inside my nostrils to block out the stench. Daryl and Reece’s heads hung between their shoulder blades. They appeared to be asleep. The plastic crunched under my boots as I approached. I placed two gloved fingers against their necks and checked their pulses. They were still alive.

Catch, Ezra, Romeo, and Rémy walked inside the room dressed in full gear. They were ready to get the party started. Stepping around our prisoners, I reached for the silver light fixture on wheels. The heat from the lamp felt like a thousandsuns. I knew because I held my forearm under the lamp as long as I could once. It felt like the light was burning a hole through my skin. Luca told me to put cocoa butter on the burn. He said Lexis swore by the stuff.

The heat lamp was one of the many tools we used when we wanted to get people to talk. Tonight, we’d use it just for fun. I figured; I’d watch blisters form on their skin as we got them prepared for their deaths.

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