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“Time to go,” he murmured against my ear. “Let them tear themselves apart.”
The Next Night
The underground reportsrolled in as we listened in on their channel frequencies.
Their money handlers were dead at Club Velvet. The drug warehouse product was unsellable. The weapons stash was destroyed by salt water at the port. They took three devastating blows in rapid succession, and Ronan still had no idea who was dismantling his empire. That was the difference between us and them. Where they had come in, aiming at us hot, and taking what belonged to us, we planned a meticulous attack that crippled their entire operation while remaining hidden until we were ready to be seen.
I spread the blueprint of Pandora’s Box’s main facility across my desk. The industrial district location covered four floors, and each section was marked with Storm’s precise notations aboutsecurity measures and access points. This was their fortress. Their sanctuary. The place they thought was untouchable.
“Their internal communications are a mess,” Storm said, laying out surveillance transcripts. “They’re pointing fingers, questioning every supervisor and every worker. The weapons facility manager disappeared an hour ago - probably running before they could blame him too.”
Cruz’s dark laughter filled the room. “This is the time to strike. While they’re still reeling and trying to figure out who fucked them over.”
“Most of their hired muscle jumped ship after the weapons stash went down,” I said.
Storm pulled up his tablet. “The ones still loyal can’t arm themselves properly. And with their accounts frozen after Club Velvet, they can’t hire more.”
I felt wicked satisfaction rip through me.
“This is what we wanted. The face-off. They can’t call for help. It’s us versus them.”
Cruz and Storm met my gaze, and I saw the same wicked hunger in their eyes.
“This is going to be so fuckin’ good. My dick is already hard,” Cruz said.
I laughed, and Storm shook his head. “This nigga got a hard-on for everything.”
My laughter cranked, and Cruz nodded and bit his bottom lip.
“It’s because of the terror. It ignites my sweet fuckin’ tooth.”
Cruz kissed the tip of his fingers in a chef’s kiss, and I doubled over, thoroughly amused.
“I love this motherfucker to death,” I grabbed his shirt and jerked him back and forth before pushing him.
“Awww, you wanna give me a kiss?” He puckered his lips and made kissing noises, and I couldn’t contain my laugh.
“Fuck. Off.”
He continued his kissing theatrics. “I love you too, nigga. Now, let’s get down to the details so we can have lunch.”
Storm shook his head, hanging on to a smirk.
“What?” Cruz turned his attention to him. “You want some love, too? Come here.”
He grabbed Storm and puckered his lips.
“Get yo ass off me, nigga.”
Cruz humped his leg, and Santari entered the room and sauntered up to me.
“I love seeing y’all like this.”
I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and drew her back into my chest.
“Stop playing, nigga!” Storm pushed Cruz as he laughed.
“Aight, aight. How’s their security system looking?”