Page 70 of Sinful Submission

Storm shook his head. “I have complete control of their system, but for now, I’m letting it roll like usual so we can see all their movements. It’s complex but exploitable. I can program targeted commotion on their lights, locks, and emergency protocols and set it all to trigger with one command.”

“You’ll need to be inside with us,” I said. “Can you manage both?”

“Giveme two hours to preset everything. I’ll build in secondary programs and control it all from my phone while we move.”

I nodded as my mind plotted our approach. “We go in three-man. Make them think they’ve got the numbers’ advantage.”

Santari turned to face me, but I spoke first. “Not you. Not yet.”

Her eyes narrowed. “After everything we’ve done, you still don’t think I can be an asset to this operation?”

“After everything, Santari, you deserve to be their destruction.” I pulled her closer. “Let’s let them think they’ve trapped us. Let them think they’ve won. Then you will show them exactly who they’ve been fucking with.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes, followed by that wickedness I’d watched grow inside her. “Where do you want me?”

“Do you see these areas?” I pointed to the maps. “This is where they’ll be, and we’ll make sure to corner them there if they choose to move toward us. I won’t give you a signal. You were made for this, and when the time is right, you’ll know it.”

“Their own cameras will catch it all,” Storm added. “Every moment of their downfall will be recorded on their own system.”

Cruz studied the blueprint. “What’s our time frame?”

“Tonight,” I said. “While they’re still fractured. While the confusion is fresh.”

“I’ll have the programs ready in two hours,” Storm reiterated.

I kept my eyes on the blueprint, but I slipped my hand up Santari’s throat, feeling her pulse race under my fingers. “Make them pay for everything they took from you, and we’ll make them pay for thinking they could touch what’s ours and get away with it.”

She barred her teeth and bit into my wrists, hungry for blood. “With pleasure.”

The industrial districtwrapped us in shadows as we approached Ronan’s fortress. Storm’s phone glowed briefly as he initiated the first sequence. Inside, lights would fail, security doors would activate at random, and their own system would turn against them.

“The cameras are looping,” Storm confirmed. “The back entrance is clear.”

Cruz moved first, and I followed, with Storm close behind me moving as silent as the night through the service door. The corridors stretched dark and empty—their personnel had been cut to the bare minimum after the weapons facility disaster. Voices echoed from above, angry and desperate.

“What do you mean the system’s locked? Override it!”

“I’m trying! Nothing’s responding!”

Storm’s smile was sinister, and he triggered another sequence as we moved. Emergency lights flooded the second floor, strobing red and white, disorienting anyone inside.

We climbed to the third floor, where the real power lived. Their command center, their private offices, their illusion of control. We were about to shatter it all.

“There’s movement ahead,” Cruz said. “Four guards.”

They never saw us coming. We emerged from the dark like their worst nightmares, efficient and lethal. No guns yet. This needed to be intimate.

My knife sliced through the first guard’s throat as Cruz snapped the second one’s neck. Storm whipped out a cord and strangled the third. The fourth managed half a shout before we took him down.

“Boss, we’ve got company!” The radio on one corpse crackled. “Shit, they’re here! The lower level is dark. We need help!”

Cruz burst into laughter. “Bitch ass niggas calling for help, how fuckin’ embarrassing.”

“Give ‘em a break, Cruz, they’re scared,” I mocked.

He shook his head, disgusted as we moved.

Storm clicked his phone. More lights died, and more doors were sealed.

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