Page 6 of Sinful Submission

“You know me too well! He’s taking me to this rooftop lounge in South Beach. Apparently, he’s got connections and can get us in anywhere.”

“Be careful, Gina.”

“Please, I invented careful. Besides, I know what real danger looks like after watching Titan handle business tonight. This is just fun danger.”

I pressed closer to the glass as Titan’s gaze lifted to mine through the window. Even from this distance, the intensity of him aroused me to my core.

“There’s no such thing as fun danger.”

“Says the woman fucking three of the most sinfully gorgeous men in Miami.” She laughed. “Oh shit, he’s here! Gotta go, boo. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“That leaves me a lot of options,” I murmured, just as she hung up.

I sent her a text right behind our call:

Send me a picture of the license plate asap.

A few minutes past then a notification came through of Miami plates. I saved the image to my phone and stayed at the window, watching my men below. Storm’s agitation was a juxtaposition to Titan’s measured tranquility. Something was wrong – it had been wrong for days now. But as much as I wanted to run down there and demand answers, I knew better. When they were ready to reveal whatever this was, they would.

Still, as I turned from the window, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our world was about to tilt on its axis. And maybe I was ready for whatever chaos came next.

After all, I’d chosen to live this life with them. And there was nothing in this world that could make me walk away from what we’d built now.

I stripped off my wet swimsuit and strolled into the bathroom, taking a hot shower before climbing into bed. I would wait here for Titan to come and finish what we’d started, and I hoped for the sake of the pulsation between my thighs that he would be livid enough to fuck me senseless.

Present day

The twin turbo-chargedV8 engine revved as I leaned into a curve to turn on Oceans Drive. It was my first ride on the Mercedes AMG Solar Beam, a luxury sports bike known for its sleek exterior as much as its aggressive horsepower.

It was an extension of me—powerful steel with a multilayered interior. I wanted to test this baby out with Santari—and I would. But the ride from the showroom floor was mine alone, as I needed to bond with the machine before I whipped her around on it.

The vibration in my pocket came from my cell phone, and I tapped the earpiece to connect the Bluetooth speaker.

“I’ll call you back in five.”

“Meet me at the house, now!”

The order came from Storm. I’d had just about enough of his shit. He knew I hated fuckin’ orders. And yet, the nightmares plaguing him wouldn’t let him rest.

“This better be fuckin’ good.”

“It’s San!”

His response held fear that threatened my soul. Storm feared nothing, so this made my gut tighten, and my jaw lock.

“What about her?”

When he spoke, his voice was a phantom hallow.

“She’s been taken.”

Terror hit my soul like a tormenting devil, and I screamed into the line.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“Meet me now!”

I disconnected the line, and the Mercedes AMG lurched as I cranked back on the throttle. The tires squealed on the pavement when I cut through traffic, narrowly missing an SUV. At red lights, I sliced between cars with my head down and focused on getting to The Omega House to find out what the fuck was going on.

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