Page 104 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Adrian’s gaze flicks to me, his expression unreadable. “Eva, are you okay?”

I nod, though my hands are still shaking. “I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t stay here,” Adrian says to Dominic. “It’s too dangerous. They know this place too well.”

Dominic’s jaw tightens, but he nods. “We’ll relocate. But first, I want answers.”

He turns to one of the restrained intruders, his expression cold and unyielding. “Who sent you?”

The man glares up at him, blood trickling from a cut on his temple. “You already know the answer,” he sneers.

“Reyes,” Dominic says, his voice like steel.

The man’s smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of unease. “You’re wasting your time, Kane. Reyes is untouchable.”

“Everyone’s touchable,” Dominic replies, his tone icy. “And I’m going to prove it.”

As the intruders are dragged away and Adrian’s team begins securing the penthouse, Dominic turns to me, his expression unreadable.

“We need to leave,” he says. “Tonight.”

I nod, my chest tight with fear and resolve. “Where do we go?”

“To finish this,” he says simply.

His phone buzzes, breaking the moment. He glances at the screen, his expression darkening.

“What is it?” I ask, my voice shaking.

He shows me the message.

“Tick-tock, Kane. You’ve only scratched the surface.”

The weight of the words presses down on us as the lights flicker back to life, casting the penthouse in harsh, cold light.

Dominic meets my gaze, his blue eyes burning with determination. “They want a war,” he says quietly. “We’ll give them one.”

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Dominic

The night swallows the sound of the retreating SUV, leaving only the hum of tension in the air and the rapid rhythm of Eva’s breath against my chest. She’s trembling, but her grip on my arm is ironclad, her determination blazing through the fear.

Adrian’s team is already moving, their SUVs roaring to life as they take off in pursuit of Conrad. The masked man we’ve captured is shoved into the back of one of Adrian’s vehicles, his hands zip-tied behind his back. He resists for a moment before Adrian’s men silence him with a sharp shove.

I glance down at Eva. Her pale face contrasts starkly with the fire in her eyes. “You shouldn’t have gotten out of the car,” I say, my voice gruff with a mix of frustration and concern.

Her chin lifts slightly, defiance flashing in her gaze. “And you shouldn’t have stepped into the open like that. We’re even.”

Despite the chaos, I feel a flicker of amusement at her stubbornness. “This isn’t a game, Eva. These people aren’t bluffing.”

“And neither am I,” she fires back. “If you think I’m going to sit quietly while they come after us, you don’t know me as well as you think.”

I shake my head, biting back a sharp reply. She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it. Underestimating her resolve once nearly cost me everything.

Adrian strides back toward us, his phone pressed to his ear. “Conrad’s heading north on the old industrial route,” he says, his tone clipped. “There’s a bottleneck near the train yard—we can intercept him there.”

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