Page 21 of Sinful Submission

“Did you see what she did to my face?”

“I saw!” Aaron’s voice was pitched. “But the boss was clear. She’s leverage. Nothing more.”

Bones snarled but lowered the brick then released it. Blood still poured from his ruined nose as he stormed from the room.

I raised my eyes to the monitors again. Titan had reached the third floor now, leaving a trail of bodies and flames in his wake. The fire he’d set was spreading fast, eating through the warehouse like a living thing.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I whispered, more to myself than Aaron. “The way he burns everything he touches. The fire is an extension of him. He doesn’t burn, only everyone else.”

“You’re as crazy as he is.” But Aaron kept his distance, watching the screens with growing unease.

“Crazy?” I smiled. “No. I just finally found where I belong. In their world of love and violence.”

On-screen, Titan grabbed the last man and held him in flames. The screams were perfect—a lullaby of agony that made my skin tingle.

“Your boss made a mistake.” I never took my eyes off Titan as he sprinted to the emergency exit and the cameras feed was cut as the building collapsed. “He thought separating us would weaken him and make him vulnerable.”

“But all he did was give Titan a reason to have some fun. And the sad part is it won’t stop with you. Your family is now an unfortunate casualty of war.” I tsked. “It’s such a shame.”

“The boss knows what he’s doing.” But Aarons’ voice lacked conviction as he typed on the keyboard to access cameras from across the street. He watched in utter horror as warehouse forty-nine folded in on itself. “This is all part of the plan.”

“Is it?” I turned my smile on him, letting him see Bones’ blood on my teeth. “Because from where I’m sitting, all I see is a lot of dead men.”

Movement caught my eye—Bones had returned with his nose packed with gauze. The sight of his ruined face sent satisfaction coursing through me.

“The boss wants us to move to location three.” He glared at me. “Now.”

“Already?” Aaron frowned. “But we just got set up here.”

“He’s not taking chances. Not after what happened at forty-nine.” Bones grabbed my arm roughly. “Get her up.”

I chuckled as they cut the zip ties.

“What’s so funny, bitch?”

I met Bones’ eyes, still giggling even as blood dripped down my chin. “You still think you’re in control. That’s what’s funny.”

“Shut up!” He shoved me toward the door, but I kept taunting them with my laugh.

“You don’t get it, do you? Your boss has lost what little control he thought he had.” I smirked. “This is about survival. That’s why he’s moving us again. And make no mistake about it, none of you will survive what’s coming.”

Bones’ hand tightened on my arm as he dragged me through dark corridors. “We’ll see who’s laughing when your kings find your body.”

“That’s your problem.” I didn’t resist as they pushed me into another black SUV. “You still think you’re in control. Tsk.”

The engine roared to life as Aaron slid behind the wheel. Through the windshield, I saw smoke reaching for the sky where warehouse forty-nine had stood. My men didn’t know how close they were, but I had confidence that they would soon.

My kings were coming.

Bones shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, probably remembering the feel of my teeth in his flesh. The memory made me smile wider.

“You know what the funny thing is?” I opened my eyes to find him watching me in the mirror. “I used to be afraid of violence. I used to think there was something wrong with people who craved it.”

“There is something wrong with them,” Aaron muttered from behind the wheel.

“Says the man holding me hostage while trying to murder others.”

“This is different.”

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