Page 22 of Sinful Submission

“How?”

“If it wasn’t for?—”

“Shut the fuck up, idiot!” Bones yelled.

My brows rose, and I started putting the pieces together. This was personal. It wasn’t random, it wasn’t about money or madness. It was revenge for something.

“What difference does it make if you’re not going to let me live?”

“Who said that?” Bones shot back.

“Come on now. I’m not stupid. Your boss wants them dead, right? So, let’s say he gets what he wants. What will you do with me?”

Bones and Aaron eyed each other.

“Exactly,” I said. “So, if you’re confident that things will go as your boss plans, why not tell me the full truth? What is this all about?”

“She’s got a point,” Aaron said.

“She’s got no point, stupid. And even if she did, we aren’t privy to all the details.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Rookies. You’re not even leaders, just rookies doing someone else’s bidding. How pathetic.”

The SUV turned onto a quiet street lined with warehouses. They were different from the docks but similar enough. They really weren’t very creative.

“Almost there,” Aaron muttered, more to himself than us.

I closed my eyes again, relaxing against the seat as I thought of Titan, Cruz, and Storm. I shivered with anticipation as the SUV rolled to a stop. Bones grabbed my arm again, but I didn’t resist as they led me into another brick building.

“Get comfortable.” Bones shoved me into another chair. “You’re going to be here a while.”

I smiled at him as Aaron secured new zip ties around my wrists. “No. I won’t.”

The certainty in my voice made them both pause.

I licked my lips and sat back, closing my eyes to mentally prepare for my men’s arrival. This time, I wouldn’t just watch.

I would participate.

Blood drippedfrom my knuckles as I drove my fist into the man’s face again. He was spent, his body weak and shuddering as I added a pair of brass knuckles and sent my fist flying into his jaw again. Teeth flew from his mouth on impact, but his agonizing screams didn’t breach the door of The Pit, a chamber beneath the earth where we handled our messier business.

“One more time,” I growled, removing my blade. “Who sent you?”

He spat blood, his eyes wild with pain and fear. The zip ties cut into his wrists, where he hung from a hook in the ceiling, and his toes barely scraped the floor.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was another unknown number. I usually ignored calls during sessions like this, but something made me check the screen.

“Don’t go anywhere,” I told my guest, stepping away to answer the phone. “I’m not done with you yet,” I answered. “Speak.”

“I know where she is.” The voice was young, nervous. “The woman you’re looking for.”

My grip tightened on the phone. “You have ten seconds.”

“My name is Aaron. I’m one of the men holding her. But I want out. I’ll tell you where to find her if you guarantee my family’s safety.”

I sparked my lighter, watching the flame dance as I considered his offer. “Why should I trust you?”

“Because I saw what you did at warehouse forty-nine. I know what you’ll do to all of us when you find us. And you will find us, it’s just a matter of time. I’d rather my wife and kids survive this.”

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