Page 88 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

Tori left my side and ran over to her friends.

I tapped my earbud. “Brock, how are we looking out there?”

“So far, so good, boss.”

A chill swept up my spine. I didn’t know what to expect. Whatever was coming, we would be ready.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

RITCHIE

THE EVENING IS OURS

Brock and the other guys remained behind at the reception venue and took care of cleanup.

Catch had one of the guys fly to Baltimore with Melina and drop her off. She would be out of our hair for now. The Pitucco mafia family was taking the war to Baltimore. We’d destroy the Massa mafia family before they could alert our bosses. Just more territory for the Pituccos.

The girls were in my suite at the Bellagio with Bianca’s family and my aunt and uncle.

I peeked at Catch to my left. “What’s on your mind?”

“That asshole ruined my fucking reception,” Catch growled.

My heavy hand landed on his shoulder. “They didn’t. We had a great time before the servers turned on us.”

We chuckled.

“Yeah, we did,” Catch admitted.

“Everything worked out. You and Bianca get to enjoy your wedding night.”

He rubbed his hands together. “I can’t wait.”

The doors slid open, and we stepped into the suite.

“Ezra, is everything ok?” I asked.

“Yes, boss. The Landry family has since calmed down,” he noted as his eyes fell on Bianca’s parents.

They wanted their daughter to marry a respectable man. Not a mobster.

“Catch,” Bianca shouted as she ran toward him.

It seemed we couldn’t help who we loved.

Tori strolled towards me, her fingers playing with each other nervously.

This was just more trauma to dump on my woman. It wasn’t like she couldn’t handle it. But I’d been shot and almost killed in two explosions.

“You’re okay,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me.

“Yes, I’m all right.” I squeezed her tightly with my good arm.

Was I really fine? No.

Earlier, while searching for the remaining attackers with Catch, I had been stabbed. We split up and as I turned left, a man appeared out of nowhere and plunged a knife into my arm.

Hopefully, my new injury wouldn’t send my woman into a breakdown.

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