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“I’ll be your fourth.”
Titan’s eyes narrowed. “No.”
“Hear me out.”
“There’s nothing to hear.” He straightened to his full height. “There’s no way you can be a part of this.”
“I’ve been a part of this since they killed my brother and kidnapped me!” I moved closer, letting them see the resolve in my demeanor. “I’ve killed. You’ve each trained me in different ways. I’ve proven myself.”
“This is different,” Cruz said, but I heard his voice waver.
“How?” I planted my hands on the desk. “I’m already a target. Why not make me an asset instead of a liability?”
Storm shifted uncomfortably. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Don’t I?” I met each of their gazes. “I’ve seen what you do. How you move. How you kill. I can move with Storm’s precision, Cruz’s adaptability, and Titan’s fire.”
“This isn’t a game,” Titan growled.
“Do I look like I’m playing?” I stepped around the desk, facing him directly. “You’ve seen me embrace everything you are. Why hold me back now?”
His gaze bore into mine. “Putting you in puts you at risk. Santari, I will not put you at risk.”
I sighed and placed my hands on his heart. “I’m sure I can be beneficial to your operation without being at risk.”
Titan’s thick brows rose, and Cruz spoke up.
“Expand on your thought.”
“Women are usually assets in certain spaces. Spaces that make them invisible but important.”
“Like Club Velvet,” Storm said.
I nodded. “Exactly.” I turned my attention to Titan. “I know you’ve got a plan already. You tell me, where can I be used? Where can you all keep your eyes on me, and I remain safe?”
His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. Glancing at all of us, Titan’s gaze dropped to the map, and he moved some schematics around.
“If they are expecting us, they’ll think we will be emotional,” Titan said, marking points on a map. “To rush in without thinking because they took Santari.”
“So, we do the opposite.” Cruz grinned darkly. “Strategic. Calculated. Hit them where they least expect.”
“And where’s that?” I asked.
“Their resources,” Titan replied. “We cut off their supplies, weapons, and escape routes and force them to regroup at one spot.”
My fingers traced the map. “That’s brilliant. What do we do then - torture?”
“Death.” The simplicity of Titan’s statement sent heat pooling between my thighs.
Titan studied me. I saw the battle in his eyes - the need to protect warring with the recognition of what I was becoming.
“If we do this,” he said finally, “there’s no halfway. You become one of us completely.”
“I already am.”
He turned to Cruz and Storm. “Thoughts?”
Cruz pushed off the desk. “She’s full of fire. I say we test her out.”