Page 55 of Sinful Submission

“And can you see every move I make even from this spot you’re in?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Actually, it is.”

“When I found out you were kidnapped, I punched Storm in his jaw for taking his eyes off you.”

She gasped and took a step back, but I leaned forward, locking her between the counter.

“That means if I take my eyes off you, and something happens to you, I’ll have to let him return the favor – and not only is that shit never happening, but I won’t let anything happen to you on my watch. Do you understand, Santari?”

She framed my face with her hands and kissed my lips.

“It was not his fault. Please don’t fight like that again.”

“It was a rare occurrence.”

“You know that hurts me to hear, right?”

My brows dipped. “How do you think I hurt to find out unknown enemies had captured you?”

She swallowed and nodded. “I understand.”

“Trust me, you don’t. The last thing I was thinking about was hurting Storm. Besides, he’s a big boy. He can handle himself.”

A saddened expression filled her eyes. “You guys aren’t supposed to be fighting. You…”

“Calm down.” I pressed my forehead against hers, closed my eyes, and reopened them. “We would never hurt each other intentionally. I had a moment. That’s it. I only told you so you’ll understand that neither I, nor Storm, or Cruz can lose you again.”

“No one can get to me here, so why are you worried?”

I inhaled a deep breath, my nostrils flaring. “Fifteen minutes.”

She kissed my lips and quickly left the suite. I switched to the security monitors and followed her progress to the elevator, and then the store.

My phone buzzed,and I glanced at the screen lying face up in the corner next to the laptop. Storm sent his latest intel on Aaron’s movements. Aaron had the same routine every day. He went to work, returned home, and had occasional stops at a coffee shop. There was nothing suspicious. But men like him didn’t helpkidnappers out of nowhere. Someone had leverage on him or something worth hiding.

The elevator dinged,and Santari emerged with grocery bags from the store downstairs. The sight of her doing something so ordinary while I was searching for the people responsible for taking her was what normal living with us was like. I took the bags off her hands and sat them on the counter.

“See,it didn’t take me long, did it?” She said, putting away groceries.

I growled, and her soft laugh aroused me. “Someone went through a lot of trouble to hide their tracks.” I clicked through more records. “The guy who assisted us in finding you is just the surface.”

She approached me, sliding her hands over my shoulders. “You’ll find them.”

“I already have.” I pulled up Aaron’s address, memorizing the layout. “Tonight.”

Her fingers dug into my muscles. “Want company?”

“No. This requires... finesse.”

She laughed, the sound risqué and ravenous. “Since when have you done anything with finesse?”

I drew her hand to my mouth. My teeth pinched her palm as I bit. “Since I need information more than blood. For now.”

Santari gotcozy on the couch, reading a book while I pieced together fragments of data. Hours passed when the Miami sunset spilled through our window in shades of fire. This was perfect timing for what I was about to do.

I changed into dark clothes and checked my weapons. No guns tonight. Those were too loud for a family neighborhood, and I only used my silencer for more intense situations. But my knife was sharp, and my hands were enough for the rest.

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