Page 20 of Sinful Submission

Storm nodded. “Exactly. Rev was the start when it was supposed to be all of us.”

“And now they’re trying to finish what they started. But they knew you would go alone to warehouse forty-nine,” Cruz said. “It’s definitely fuckin’ personal.”

“This means the person behind the McAllister contract was aiming for us and used McAllister like a casualty of war,” I murmured.”

“What I was trying to tell you when our comms kept getting intercepted was, I recognized the shell account that rented out warehouse forty-nine,” Storm said. “It’s the same one who sent our offshore payment for the McAllister contract. They’ve been playing us the entire time.”

This new revelation left us silently in our thoughts until Cruz spoke again.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“We find out who’s behind Santari’s kidnapping and that will lead us to who’s behind Rev’s death. The fools we tied up at the dock, where are they?”

“At The Pit.”

I turned. “I’ll be back.”

My skin washot where those idiots’ rough hands had dragged me from the warehouse. The new location was just as stank and unbecoming as the last and my thoughts were fuzzy from being chloroformed again after my refusal to oblige to their redirection. But what I could focus on was the image of Titan on those monitors, moving through warehouse forty-nine like death incarnate.

The screens covered an entire wall of this makeshift control room. Feeds from multiple cameras showed different angles of the warehouse, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Titan emerged from the shadows. The way he moved—dominant and lethal—made my pussy wet, my clit throb, and my nipples sting as they knotted.

“Your boyfriend’s putting on quite a show.” The one they called Bones sneered from beside me. He wore an expensive suit that reeked of cigarettes, and his nose was still swollen from where I’d headbutted him earlier.

“I told you he’s not my boyfriend.” I shifted in the metal chair they’d tied me to, testing the new restraints. “He’s one of my kings.”

“What are you – a madam? And where is his palace? That fancy resort?” Bones laughed, but there was tension in his voice as we watched Titan snap another guard’s neck on screen. “He’s just a businessman playing gangster.”

A smile curved my lips as Titan pressed one of their men’s faces into the flames. The screams echoed through the speakers, highlighting a symphony of agony that made my pulse race. “You don’t believe that no more than your friend does over here.”

“Shut up.” But Bones’ eyes were glued to the screen, watching his comrades fall one by one.

On the monitor, Titan moved like smoke between the flames, each kill more brutal than the last. Pride surged through me as he took on three men in rapid succession. My arousal was at an all-time high and I needed to be fucked by him so hard that my flesh ached from his rapid plunges.

“Look how he moves.” I couldn’t keep the arousal from my voice. “Like he was born for this. Born to kill motherfuckers like you.”

“I said shut up!” Bones’ hand flew across my face, but I laughed through the stinging pain. Who was he kidding? He was scared shitless.

“You’re all going to die.” I met his eyes, letting him see my growing appetite for his demise. “He’s going to find this place, and when he does...” I licked the blood from my split lip. “I’m going to watch him tear you apart. Do you know what’s going to be even worse?” I laughed. “He won’t be alone. I mean,” I teased them, “Can you imagine dealing with a guy like him at all, never mind with a team?” I shook my head and whistled. “Call the coroner. Have ’em on standby.” I laughed again, unable to control myself.

Another guard, whom they called Aaron, shifted uncomfortably. “We should move her again. If he traced us to warehouse forty-nine, he could find us here.”

“He won’t find us. It was meant for him to trace us to warehouse forty-nine.” But Bones’ voice shook as Titan set another section of the warehouse ablaze. “This location is secure.”

I laughed again, the sound echoing off the walls. “Nothing is secure from him. Or them.”

“Who is them?” Aaron asked.

“The Paradox.” I savored the words, watching fear flicker in their eyes. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? If the grim reaper had a team, it would be the men coming for you.”

“Enough!” Bones grabbed my hair, yanking my head back. His other hand slid down my neck, across my collarbone. “Maybe we should show you what happens to mouthy bitches who?—”

I lunged forward and sank my teeth into his nose, holding on as he screamed and staggered back, but I was determined to tear his nose off his face.

He dragged me like a rag doll, then I was hit over the head with something that sent stars spinning behind my eyesight. It was the only thing that made me release his nostrils.

“You fucking bitch!” His fist lifted but I rolled and missed his first blow. That pissed him off even more because he lifted a brick from the floor and drew back to knock my lights out.

“Stop!” Aaron grabbed Bones’ arm. “We need her intact. She’s no good to us beaten half to death.”

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