Page 68 of Sinful Submission

“You’re having so much fun with this.”

“I am. And I’m ready for more.”

He nodded and sank his mouth into mine. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you.”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to?”

“You don’t. Yet I still can’t believe how wild you drive me.”

“Well, believe it. It’s never going to change.”

He sucked my tongue, making me aroused as I jumped into his arms.

The Miami heatwas thick and still as I studied the port facility’s layout. Storm had identified their weapons stash, hidden behind a legitimate shipping operation on the third floor. Above it were water tanks for the building’s fire suppression system. It was another perfect setup.

“The maintenance chief is on board,” Cruz said, checking his phone. “I got him through the same connections we used at Club Velvet. His team’s been looking the other way on their operation for months.”

“What changed his mind?” I asked.

“Money.” The baritone in Titan’s voice made my nipples tingle. “Plus, proof they’ve planned to eliminate his whole maintenance crew once the weapons shipment cleared.”

Storm pointed to the blueprint. “He’s giving us a ninety-minute window. He said a ‘routine inspection’ of the suppression system is scheduled. During shift change, there is minimal personnel.”

“What about the tanks?”

“Already modified.” Cruz grinned. “I added extra salt content this morning. When that hits their stash...”

“Everything corrodes,” I finished. “Weapons, ammo, all of it.”

“They’ll try to salvage what they can,” Titan said. “But by the time they realize the extent of the damage?—”

“Their whole stockpile will be worthless.” Storm pointed to the water’s projected path. “The chief also agreed to‘accidentally’ miss some areas during cleanup. Let that salt water really soak in.”

I felt Titan’s heat as he moved behind me. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I’ve never been this excited watching people destroy themselves.” I leaned back against him. “They killed my brother. I want to murder them.”

His hands gripped my hips. “The ones responsible will have their day. This I promise you.” He kissed along my temple, and I closed my eyes and exhaled. I’d been filled with anxiety, grief, anger, and frustration since finding out about my brother’s death. Now, we were so close to ending the people responsible that I could taste it. I needed it to be soon because although my men had done everything to help me through this grief, my heart could only begin to settle when we’d avenged Revere.

We preparedover the next hour. Storm monitored security feeds while Cruz coordinated with the maintenance chief. Titan and I positioned ourselves to observe, ensuring no unexpected variables interrupted the plan.

Right on schedule, the “inspection” began. The water pouring from above was supposedly a simple system test. But this water had an extra bite, seeping into every weapon, crate, and round of ammunition.

Through binoculars, I watched Pandora’s Box’s people scramble to protect what they could. But they had no idea that every attempt to dry things off only worked the salt deeper into the metal.

“Listen,” Storm’s voice came through our earpieces as he patched us into their security frequencies.

“What the fuck happened?” a voice raged. “Who authorized this inspection?”

“It’s standard procedure, sir. The chief?—”

“I don’t care! Do you know what this is going to cost us?”

“Damage control is already working on it, but?—”

“But nothing! First, the club incident, then the warehouse contamination, and now this? I’m about to kill all you motherfuckers!”

I held back a smile, feeling Titan embrace me tighter. They were cracking, turning on each other just as we’d planned.

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