Page 132 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “What do you need me to do?”

His gaze softens, and for a moment, the unrelenting drive in his expression gives way to something warmer. “Stay close. Keep your head down. Let me handle Reyes.”

I want to argue, to insist that I’m capable of holding my own, but I know better. This isn’t about pride—it’s about survival.

The streets of Kowloon are eerily quiet as we approach the warehouse, the black SUV blending seamlessly into the shadows. Dominic sits beside me, his posture tense but controlled. Adrian’s voice crackles through the comms, relaying updates from the other teams.

“Team One is in position,” Adrian says. “No movement at the airfield yet.”

“Team Two, ready at the high-rise,” another voice chimes in.

Dominic adjusts his earpiece. “Stay sharp. Reyes won’t make this easy.”

The SUV rolls to a stop, and Dominic steps out first, scanning the area with a predator’s precision. I follow close behind, keeping my footsteps light as we move toward the side entrance of the warehouse. The air is thick with the smell of diesel and saltwater, the faint hum of machinery vibrating through the ground.

Inside, the warehouse is a labyrinth of shipping containers and loading equipment, the shadows stretching long and ominous under the dim industrial lights. Dominic motions for me to stay behind him as he leads the way, his gun drawn and his eyes sharp.

“Adrian, we’re in,” Dominic murmurs into the comms. “Do you have eyes on Reyes?”

“Negative,” Adrian replies. “But there’s activity in the west quadrant. Could be his men.”

We move silently through the maze of containers, the tension mounting with every step. My heart hammers in my chest, but I force myself to focus, to match Dominic’s calm intensity. The weight of the flash drive in my pocket feels heavier than ever—a reminder of the secrets we’re carrying and the lives at stake.

As we round a corner, voices echo through the cavernous space. Dominic raises a hand, signaling me to stop. He crouches low, his movements fluid and deliberate, as he peeks around the edge of the container.

“Two guards,” he whispers, barely audible. “Armed.”

I nod, my pulse quickening as he motions for me to stay put. Dominic moves like a shadow, his steps silent as he closes the distance between himself and the guards. In a matter of seconds, he has them both disarmed and unconscious, their weapons clattering to the ground.

He turns back to me, his expression unreadable. “Let’s move.”

We press on, the voices of more guards growing louder as we approach the heart of the warehouse. Dominic’s movements are a blur of efficiency—taking down one man after another with a precision that leaves me both awed and uneasy. This isn’t just a fight for him; it’s a reckoning.

As we reach the central hub, my breath catches. Rows of computers and monitors line the walls, their screens glowing with streams of data. Men in suits move between the terminals, their expressions tense as they bark orders into radios.

Dominic’s eyes narrow. “This is it.”

“What now?” I whisper.

“We disrupt,” he replies, his voice cold and calculated. “Adrian, we’ve found the control center. Prepare for a data transfer.”

“Copy that,” Adrian says. “I’ll start the process remotely.”

Dominic moves to the nearest terminal, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he plugs in a small device. The screens flash briefly before going dark, the sudden loss of light drawing the attention of the men in the room.

“What’s going on?” one of them shouts, his voice tinged with panic.

Dominic doesn’t give them a chance to regroup. He steps into the center of the room, his gun raised. “Hands in the air. Now.”

The men freeze, their hands slowly rising as Dominic’s voice cuts through the chaos like a blade. “Nobody moves. Nobody breathes. If you try anything, you won’t like the result.”

I move to his side, my heart pounding as I scan the room for any sign of Reyes. But he’s not here. Dominic seems to realize it at the same moment, his jaw tightening as his eyes dart to the monitors.

“He’s one step ahead,” Dominic mutters, his frustration evident.

Before I can respond, an explosion rocks the building, the force of it sending us both sprawling to the ground. The air fills with smoke and debris, the sound of alarms blaring in my ears.

“Dominic!” I shout, coughing as I try to find him through the haze.

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