Page 81 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Introduce me, Ritchie,” I demanded.

“What?” he asked in a shocked tone.

“You must know her because what other reason would she have to touch you in an intimate manner,” I snarled.

“Back down, Pitbull,” the blonde ordered, hiccupping through a chuckle.

My fingers twisted around her long, blonde hair. I tugged her down until our eyes locked.

I heard Ritchie talking, but I tuned him out.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

TORI

THE FIGHT

“You disrespected me. I’ll let it go because you’re drunk. Now I’ll ask again. How do you know my man?” I bit out.

“Ouch,” she shrieked. “I met him earlier tonight.”

A big arm hooked around my body from behind. Ritchie’s large hand circled my tummy, driving me insane.

“You are the most beautiful Pitbull I’ve ever seen,” he growled in my ear.

I felt his hard cock against my spine.

“The women sat with us earlier. Briefly. They didn’t know we had girlfriends. We quickly sent them on their way. It appears they’ve had too much to drink. They’re harmless. Let her go, baby.”

Asia and Simone circled the other ladies like sharks.

“So you didn’t know I existed, correct?” I asked, squeezing harder as I brought her to her fucking knees.

“Let me go, you psycho bitch,” she cried.

I felt onlookers watching me. Ritchie didn’t move from his position. He was so turned on right now. If he stepped back, everyone would see his huge boner.

Ezra gestured to those crowding around us to step back.

“You called my woman a psycho bitch. That’s not very nice.” Ritchie’s lips brushed the side of my neck.

“You should answer her question,” Ritchie replied, for my ears only.

It was like he wanted me to torture her right here in front of everyone. I was so wet for him right now.

Focus Tori.

“You’re taking too long to answer my question.” I slammed my stiletto into her stomach.

“Ah,” she yelped.

“Stop! You’re hurting her,” one of her friends shouted.

A groan followed. I glanced out of the corner of my eye. The brunette cupped her nose. Blood trailed over her lip.

“Next, I’ll sock you in the eye,” Asia warned.

My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed the heel of my stiletto into her skin.

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