Page 82 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“I knew. I knew about you,” she snarled through gritted teeth.

“What’s the big deal? It was just harmless flirting,” the other blonde retorted.

“You girls are so full of yourselves. You’re not even that attractive,” one of them scoffed.

Asia and Simone didn’t waste any time getting down and dirty.

I refocused on the woman in front of me and threw her to the ground. “You thought it was okay to disrespect me. My man told you he had a woman, but you didn’t care because you didn’t see me around,” I yelled.

My fist connected with her eye. “No one messes with my man. We’ll make an example out of all you bitches,” I spat, as I continued to pummel her face.

She swung back at me, but each punch missed its target. She tried to fight back, but she was no match for me. Who wants to fight someone who can’t put up a decent fight? Definitely not me.

“All right, that’s enough, Tori.” Ritchie’s arms circled my waist, lifting me off my feet.

Brock appeared with four female bouncers. The women hauled blondie and her friends to their feet. Ritchie turned to the dance floor.

“Rémy order drinks for our group,” Ritchie stated.

His lips brushed against my hair. “I’m going to place you on your feet. Don’t think about going after the blonde and her friends. They were taken care of.”

He didn’t mean they were taking a long walk? I’d ask him about it later. After placing me on my feet, he gingerly tugged my elbow until I was staring up into his gray eyes.

“Baby, there was no need to get into it with her. She was flirting, that’s all.”

A chuckle rumbled in my chest. “Oh, and if a man touches me, what would you do?”

His jaw ticked.

“Ritchie,” Rémy said as he approached.

“One whiskey for you and a Cosmo and water for the champion,” he said with a thick Jersey accent.

Rémy and Ritchie chuckled.

I removed the drinks from his hand. “Don’t be so quick to go nuclear when guys touch us. If the girls and I will only be made fun of when we’re territorial over what’s ours.”

Ritchie gulped his whiskey. “You’re right. I apologize, baby.”

Asia fell at my side arms crossing her chest peering up at Rémy. “I’m with my bestie.”

“Fine, the guys and I won’t dismiss your feelings anymore.” He tugged her toward him, then devoured her lips.

That was hot. I fanned myself absent-mindedly.

I peeked to the right. Ezra’s hands gripped Simone’s ass as he whispered something in her ear. There was a mischievous grin on his face while he spoke to her. I loved them together.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. Me and my girls were happy at the same time. We fell in love with incredible, brooding, possessive men who would kill anyone who disrespected us.

“Drink the water first, Tori,” Ritchie ordered.

Still pondering on thoughts, I did as I was told.

“Come up to V.I.P. with me,” Ritchie urged.

“Ritchie, I can’t leave the girls.”

He rubbed at his temple. “Right, this is Bianca’s special night.”

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