Page 75 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

All of a sudden, Daryl’s body convulsed. Shit, that fucking lamp burned a hole through his flesh.

“Shit, I forgot about the lamp. It always does the job,” I snickered as I turned it off, then pushed it into the corner.

“This is it,” I stated, stepping back in front of Daryl.

“You shot Ezra and me several times. It took us a while to heal.” I glanced to my left.

“Ezra, grab a saw.”

I tapped my saw on Daryl’s thigh. “Ezra and I will hack off the rest of your limbs.”

Drool hung from Daryl’s mouth.

Catch grabbed a scalpel off the tray. He slashed x’s all over Reece’s chest.

“You’re x’d the fuck out. Your boyfriend messed with the wrong guys,” Catch yelled.

“That’s right, you shouldn’t have underestimated us,” Romeo said.

Rémy pushed the meat grinder in front of Daryl and Reece.

“Did you know there’s an art to chopping up bodies?” I smiled. “We have to cut your body into small pieces, so you’re never found. The meat grinder is our friend. Although this time we aren’t grinding up your entire body. Just a few pieces.”

An evil smirk lifted the corners of Rémy’s mouth. “I’m going to chuck your arm into the grinder.” Rémy leaned over and grabbed Daryl’s arm off the floor.

Romeo picked up Reece’s arm.

Rémy flipped the switch on the meat grinder. It hummed to life.

I squeezed Daryl’s jaw, forcing him to watch. “First, look at your boyfriend. He’s almost ready.”

Catch picked up the machete off the table. His eyes met Daryl’s. “You don’t fuck with the mafia.” He swung the large knife through Reece’s neck.

“No,” Daryl roared at the top of his lungs.

Reece’s head flipped in the air, then smacked the plastic sheet.

“Keep watching, motherfucker,” I ordered.

Romeo and Rémy took turns pushing Daryl and Reece’s arms through the meat grinder.

Daryl dry heaved.

“Ezra, grab a bucket,” I said.

He obtained the bucket, then placed it under Daryl’s mouth just in time. Liquid gushed out of his mouth and into the bucket.

Catch, Romeo, and Rémy tossed Reece’s body onto the floor. They got down on their knees and started to dismember his body.

Ezra and I stood on either side of Daryl.

“This is for allowing that sick motherfucker, Rosco...” I pointed to the corner. “...kidnap our women.”

Ezra and I slid our saws through his thigh muscles.

“You thought it was a fucking joke to watch that asshole kidnap Simone and Tori? He treated them less than human,” Ezra growled.

“No one fucks with our women,” Ezra barked out.

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