Page 62 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

I take a step back, my mind racing. “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not going to work.”

“Oh, I’m not trying to scare you,” he says, his tone almost casual. “I’m simply stating a fact. Dominic can’t protect you from this. No one can. And the deeper you dig, the worse it’s going to get for both of you.”

His calm, detached demeanor infuriates me. “You think you’re untouchable,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “But you’ve made a mistake, Clive. You underestimated Dominic—and me.”

Clive chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Still so stubborn. I admire that, truly. But you’ve already lost. You just don’t know it yet.”

The sound of footsteps echoes from the hallway, heavy and deliberate. My stomach twists as two men step into the room, their expressions cold and unyielding.

Clive’s smile widens. “And here’s where the real fun begins.”

Adrenaline surges through me as the men move toward me, their eyes dark with intent. My gaze darts around the room, landing on a heavy metal toolbox on one of the shelves.

Without thinking, I grab it and swing, the weight of it surprising me as it connects with one of the men’s shoulders. He grunts, stumbling back, but the other lunges at me before I can react.

“Get her,” Clive orders, his tone still maddeningly calm.

I twist out of the second man’s grip, my elbow connecting with his ribs. He curses, but his grip tightens, pinning my arms to my sides. Panic bubbles in my chest as the first man recovers, advancing with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Enough,” Clive says sharply, his tone carrying an air of finality.

The men freeze, their grip on me loosening just enough for me to yank free. I stumble back, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Clive takes a step closer, his expression darkening. “You’ve had your fun, Eva. But this ends now.”

Before he can say more, the distant sound of a door slamming echoes through the building.

“What the—” one of the men starts, but Clive silences him with a glare.

I seize the distraction, darting toward the desk. My hand closes around a heavy paperweight, and I swing it with all my strength, catching the second man across the temple. He drops like a stone.

The first man lunges, but I’m already moving, adrenaline propelling me toward the exit.

The hallway stretches ahead like a lifeline, and I sprint toward it, my pulse pounding in my ears. Footsteps thunder behind me, but I don’t dare look back.

The cool night air hits me like a slap as I burst through the front door. My car is just ahead, and I run for it, my breath ragged and my legs trembling.

I fumble with the keys, finally managing to unlock the door and throw myself inside. The engine roars to life, and I peel away from the curb, the tires screeching against the pavement.

In the rearview mirror, I catch a glimpse of Clive standing in the doorway, his expression calm and calculating, as though this is all part of his plan.

When I finally pull into the penthouse garage, my hands are shaking so badly I can barely turn off the engine. I sit there for a moment, trying to catch my breath, but the weight of what just happened presses down on me.

My phone buzzes on the passenger seat, and I snatch it up, expecting Dominic’s name.

It is.

“Where the hell are you?” he demands as soon as I answer, his voice sharp with anger and worry.

“I’m fine,” I say quickly, though my voice trembles. “I found something.”

His tone shifts instantly. “What did you find?”

“Clive wasn’t at the warehouse,” I say, the words tumbling out. “He has a second location. I was there. He—he knows everything, Dominic. He’s watching us.”

There’s a heavy pause on the other end of the line before Dominic speaks, his voice low and dangerous.

“Stay where you are. I’m coming back.”

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