Page 89 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

A numbing, tingling sensation skated up and down my arm under my tuxedo jacket.

Shit, I need to wrap my arm now.

I peeked to my right.

Catch could barely keep his lips off of Bianca’s. “It’s time to go, bombshell.”

Clutching Bianca’s hand, he stalked toward their family.

“Hey, baby?” I peered down at Tori.

“Yes?”

“How about we go out for dinner?”

“I’d love that. I’m starving,” she admitted.

I chuckled.

My woman could eat. I loved that about her.

“I’ll be right back.” She bounced over to the girls. Bianca managed to tear herself away from Catch to talk with her best friends.

“Are we clear?” Romeo asked as he walked toward me with Rémy and Ezra at his side.

“Yes, guys, enjoy a night on the town with your women,” I said. “We’re in Vegas, baby.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Rémy hooted with joy.

Ezra’s shoulders relaxed. “Sounds like a plan. If you need me, call. Other than that, I’ll be ready for duty Sunday night to fly back to Chicago.”

I slapped Ezra’s cheek twice. “Thanks.”

Knowing I had to leave my woman and fly back to New Jersey didn’t sit well with me. But I’d been on sabbatical long enough. Tori would stake out Lexis’s house while I was away. That would be a big help. Brock would also. The girls had a lot of shit happening in Chicago. Not sure when the next shit storm would end. And there was no telling what else would happen after everyone realized Daryl wasn’t holding down the South Side anymore.

The guys and I watched as the girls hugged.

After we all said our goodbyes, it was just me and Tori left in our oversized hotel suite.

Just like it would be Tori alone in our oversized house while I was away. At least she’d be surrounded by guards.

She kicked off her stilettos. “I’m switching these out for sneakers.

“Can we compromise?” I planted my lips on her neck.

“Ok,” she giggled.

“Wear a pair of cute sandals. We’re going to an upscale Italian restaurant.”

Her hand squeezed my ass. “Let me guess, I should wear a cute short dress too.”

“Hell, yeah,” I moaned.

“I can do that,” she purred.

Tori’s smile widened as she stepped back, her eyes scanning my body with a playful look. “Let’s change out of these clothes and hop in the shower,” she suggested.

But I stood tall, my expression serious as I held her gaze. “Tori, I don’t want to alarm you.”

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