Page 119 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

We enter a larger room filled with computer monitors, their screens glowing with security feeds and streams of data. Reyes stands in the center, his back to me as he speaks into a headset. His voice is calm, almost conversational—a stark contrast to the chaos he’s orchestrating.

“She’s here,” the guard announces, shoving me forward.

Reyes turns slowly, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Ah, Eva. Just in time.”

“For what?” I demand, my voice sharper than I feel.

Reyes steps closer, his smile icy. “For the grand finale.”

Dominic’s POV

The warehouse looms ahead, its towering walls casting long shadows under the dim moonlight. Adrian and his team move with precision, their weapons ready as we approach the perimeter. The faint hum of machinery vibrates through the air, mingling with the distant sound of footsteps.

“Motion sensors,” Adrian mutters, gesturing toward a set of cameras mounted on the building’s corners. “We’ll need to disable those before we breach.”

“Do it quickly,” I say, my voice low. Every second feels like an eternity, each one filled with the weight of Eva’s absence.

Adrian nods, signaling one of his men to move ahead. I crouch behind a stack of crates, my gaze fixed on the facility’s entrance. My mind is a storm of anger and determination, but beneath it all, there’s a flicker of something else. Fear.

For her.

“We’re clear,” Adrian says, motioning for us to advance.

We move in silence, slipping through the gaps in Reyes’s defenses. The air inside is cold and sharp, the faint scent of oil and metal clinging to everything. I tighten my grip on my weapon, my senses on high alert as we navigate the narrow hallways.

“She’s here,” I whisper, my gut telling me we’re close.

Adrian nods, his eyes scanning the security feeds on his tablet. “Third floor, central room. Reyes has fortified it, but we’ve got a clear path.”

“Not for long,” I reply, already moving toward the stairs.

Eva’s POV

Reyes circles me like a vulture, his presence oppressive and suffocating. The monitors behind him flicker with images of Dominic and Adrian’s team breaching the facility. My heart leaps at the sight of him, but Reyes’s mocking laughter drags me back to the present.

“He’s coming for you,” Reyes says, his tone almost amused. “How predictable. How… touching.”

“You underestimate him,” I say, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me.

Reyes tilts his head, studying me like a predator sizing up its prey. “Perhaps. But Dominic Kane’s biggest flaw is his belief that he can win every battle. Some wars are lost before they even begin.”

The door bursts open before I can respond, and Dominic storms into the room, his weapon raised. His eyes lock onto mine, blazing with fury and relief.

“Let her go,” he growls, his voice low and lethal.

Reyes steps back, his smirk widening. “Ah, Dominic. Always the hero.”

The tension in the room crackles like electricity as Dominic advances, his gun trained on Reyes. But before he can take another step, a guard grabs me from behind, pressing a knife to my throat.

“Dominic!” I cry, my voice trembling.

He freezes, his entire body going rigid as he stares at the blade against my skin.

“Let her go,” he repeats, his voice colder now, deadlier.

Reyes chuckles, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. We wouldn’t want to hurt the lady, would we?”

Dominic’s gaze doesn’t waver, his focus unrelenting. “You’ll regret this, Reyes.”

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