Page 107 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Her gaze meets mine, steady and unwavering. “We don’t have a choice, Dominic. Reyes won’t stop until one of us is gone.”

Her words hit harder than I expect, a stark reminder of the stakes. I step closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

“I know,” she whispers, her voice softening. “But this isn’t just about me. It’s about us. About taking back control.”

I nod, my resolve hardening. “Then we do this together.”

Adrian steps into the room, his tablet in hand. “We’re ready,” he says. “Team One is approaching from the service entrance. Team Two will take the stairwell. We’ll converge on Reyes’ location from opposite sides.”

“And Eva?” I ask, my voice sharp.

“She’s with Team Two,” Adrian replies. “She’ll be safe.”

I glance at her, my instincts screaming against letting her anywhere near Reyes. But I can see the determination in her eyes, the fire that refuses to be extinguished.

“Let’s move,” I say, my voice firm.

The luxury condo looms ahead, a monolith of steel and glass bathed in the cold glow of city lights. Adrian’s SUV pulls to a stop a block away, the team disembarking with practiced precision.

I step out, the chill of the night air biting against my skin. Eva follows, her movements measured but steady.

“Stay close,” I say, my voice low.

She nods, gripping the comms device in her hand. “I will.”

Adrian signals for silence, motioning for the team to move. We cross the street in shadows, slipping through the service entrance without a sound.

Inside, the building feels like a tomb, the hum of electricity the only noise breaking the silence. The air is thick with tension, every step a reminder of what’s at stake.

“Team One in position,” a voice crackles through the comms.

“Team Two moving,” Adrian replies.

Eva and I follow Adrian up the stairwell, the narrow space amplifying the sound of our footsteps. My grip tightens on my weapon, every sense on high alert.

“Top floor,” Adrian whispers, his voice barely audible.

We step onto the landing, the dimly lit hallway stretching ahead like a gauntlet. The door to Reyes’ unit looms at the end, slightly ajar.

Adrian holds up a hand, signaling for the team to halt. “Something’s off,” he murmurs.

I nod, my instincts screaming the same warning. “Stay back,” I whisper to Eva.

She hesitates, her jaw tightening, but she nods, pressing herself against the wall.

I move forward, my gun raised, every step calculated. The door creaks as I push it open, revealing a sprawling penthouse bathed in eerie silence.

The room is empty, the furniture untouched. But the air feels wrong, charged with a sense of foreboding.

“Clear,” Adrian says, stepping in behind me.

I shake my head. “No. This isn’t right.”

A faint sound—a soft click—cuts through the silence.

“Down!” I shout, grabbing Eva and pulling her to the ground just as an explosion rips through the air.

The blast sends a wave of heat and debris through the room, the force slamming into my back as I shield Eva. Pain lances through my side, but I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay focused.

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