Page 94 of My Broken Bodyguard 2: Ritchie & Tori

“Yeah.” I smiled. Uncertainty in my tone.

He inched out of the booth, pulling me to the edge, then dropped to one knee. “I wasn’t going to do this here. But hey we’re in Vegas.”

Silence fell over the restaurant and everyone’s eyes landed on us.

Ritchie took my hand. “Tori, when I saw you in the hotel lobby, I was star struck by your beauty and captivated by your laughter. I wanted nothing more than to make you laugh like that for me.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

“You came to my hotel room and bulldozed your way into my heart. I wanted you to be mine badly.”

“Oh, baby,” I cried.

“You helped me through a tough time in my life. You’re still helping. I’d die for you, Tori.”

He revealed a red satin box from his inner blazer pocket and popped it open. A huge princess cut stone adorned a platinum band.

“Ritchie,” I gasped.

“So many obstacles will occur in our lives but together we’ll get through everything.” His gray eyes lit up.

“Tori Lolita Corrigan, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” I squealed.

He slid the boulder onto my finger. I squeezed his square jaw and crushed his lips.

“The future Mrs. Toscana, is going to New Jersey to clean house.” I flashed a devilish grin.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

TORI

THE LITTLE VEGAS WEDDING CHAPEL

Istumbled upon the most adorable boutique that happened to be open late. Ritchie and I were getting married tonight. My heart fluttered with excitement.

Wow. If you would’ve told me that I’d leave the state of Illinois, I’d say lies. Then, on top of that, I was going to get married. I’d tell you, you’re delusional.

Standing in the mirror, I slid my hands down my sides fascinated by the white strapless mini dress that hugged my breasts and stomach but puckered out at the waist, giving a chic yet futurist look. Ivory beads accentuated the bust line. And white feathers graced the lower half of the dress. The nude spiked red bottoms were unique and fit perfectly. My entire couture outfit had to cost at least fifteen thousand dollars. While in my fake relationship with Man-Man, I was used to dressing in nothing but the best, but this was next level. My eyes caught the glistening diamond in the mirror that graced my ring finger.

It felt like I was starring in my own fairytale. Southside queen pin to marry Jersey City mafia royalty.

After placing the dress and shoes I wore earlier in a garment bag, I paid for my beautiful wedding ensemble with Ritchie’s black card.

It was hard to hide my shock when the salesclerk announced, “Twenty thousand, five hundred and thirty-one dollars.”

Ritchie had told me not to worry about the cost, but I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of guilt. One of Ritchie’s many bodyguards, Bricks, opened the back door of the SUV for me. As soon as I sank into the soft, peanut butter-colored seat, I let out a sigh of relief.

As we made our way to the chapel, I couldn’t help but take in the dazzling lights and impressive facades of the nearby hotels and casinos. They seemed almost otherworldly as they sparkled and glimmered in the night sky.

Tears threatened to spring free from my eyes. I had never been out of state willingly because of the trauma I endured. I’d love to see more of the world. My demons’ fingers crept up back. “Southside trash is getting married, huh? It won’t last. He’ll grow tired of the panic attacks,” they said.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“No,” I muttered.

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