Page 67 of Sinful Submission

My cell phone beeped with a notification, and I took it out and read Gina’s text.

“Thanks for the quick gig! Cruz’s Hellcat is smooth as hell. I could get used to riding shotgun…”

“Heffa, don’t get comfortable in my man’s shit.”

Teary-eyed laughing emojis came next.

“Damn, you’re stingy!”

“You bet your ass I am.”

Laughing emoji.

“You’re welcome and have a good night!”

I tookmy attention back to my men who were waiting for me. “I’m ready.”

An hour later,I crawled through the warehouse’s underbelly with Titan close behind me. The service tunnels stank of mildew and rat droppings, but they led straight to our targets.

“The first access point is ahead,” Storm’s voice crackled through our earpieces. “The guards are changing rotation in three, two, one...”

I reached the grate, and Titan’s hands steadied me as I worked the screws loose. His breath brushed my neck as I leaned forward to place the canister, making me suppress a shiver.

“Focus,” he murmured, but I heard the smile in his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

“One down,” I breathed, sliding backward against him. “Two to go.”

We moved like shadows through the tunnels, placing the second canister on the opposite side of the building. Above us, Cruz would be reaching the processing floor.

“I’ve accessed the processing tanks,” Cruz confirmed. “The blue agent has been deployed.”

The last access shaft was tighter, barely wide enough for our shoulders. Titan’s chest pressed against my back as we squeezed through with his hands guiding my hips.

“The camera loop is in place,” Storm reported. “You’ve got four minutes to reach the final point.”

Sweat trickled down my spine as we maneuvered through the confined space. The final canister clicked into place just as Storm’s voice cut through.

“There’s movement on your level. Three hostiles approaching ventilation control.”

I froze, feeling Titan still behind me. A maintenance check. Now.

“Options?” I kept my voice low.

“There’s a utility shaft to your left,” Storm directed. “It’ll take you to the loading bay. It’s clear for the next two minutes. Go. Now.”

We moved silently, my body sliding against Titan’s as we navigated the narrow passage. Every brush of contact charged me, but we maintained focus. The mission came first. Pleasure would come later.

“All the canisters are active,” Storm confirmed as we reached the exit point. “Cruz is clear. The processing equipment is compromised. The timers are set.”

We regrouped three blocks away, watching through Storm’s tablet as the warehouse erupted into disorder. Workers fled the contaminated areas, and products turned vivid blue in their hands.

“By morning, every buyer in Miami will know their product is tainted,” Cruz grinned.

“Their reputation is finished,” Storm said. “No one will trust their supply again. And there’s no evidence of tampering they can trace.”

I felt Titan’s heat at my back, his hand sliding around my waist. “Two centers down.”

“The weapons facility is next, right?” I turned my eyes up at him.

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