Page 56 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

“Do it,” I say, my voice sharp. “And pull Conrad’s travel history for the last year. I want everything, down to his coffee runs.”

“On it,” Adrian replies before the line disconnects.

I set the phone down and turn to Eva. Her eyes are steady, her resolve matching my own.

“We’re closing in,” I tell her.

She nods, determination flickering. “Then let’s finish this.”

Later That Night

The penthouse feels suffocating, the air charged with tension. Eva paces the living room, her frustration barely contained. For the third time, she asks to review the files.

“No,” I say firmly.

“Why not?” she snaps, hands on her hips.

“Because it’s not safe,” I reply, my tone like steel. “You’ve seen enough. The more you know, the bigger the target on your back.”

She scoffs, shaking her head. “Dominic, the target’s already there. If you haven’t noticed, they’re not exactly pulling punches.”

Her words hit harder than I’d like. Mercer’s veiled threats replay in my mind. Just make sure she stays out of it.

“They’ll have to go through me first,” I say darkly.

Her expression softens. “You can’t protect me from everything.”

“Watch me.”

She shakes her head but allows a faint smile to tug at her lips. “Stubborn.”

“You have no idea.”

The penthouse alarm blares, a piercing wail slicing through the silence. My pulse surges as I grab the gun from my desk.

“Stay here,” I bark.

Eva’s already on her feet, her face pale but defiant. “Dominic—”

“Stay. Here.” My tone brooks no argument.

I move swiftly, scanning the security feeds. A hooded figure prowls the lower levels, their movements deliberate. They’re not hiding. They want us to know they’re here.

A chill races down my spine. They’re not here for me. They’re here for Eva.

I sprint into the living room, my grip tightening on the gun. “Eva!”

A crash from the kitchen sends my pulse into overdrive. Rounding the corner, I freeze at the sight.

Eva is pressed against the wall, a masked man gripping her arm.

“Let her go!” I bark, aiming the gun at the intruder.

The man freezes, his head snapping toward me. His face is covered, his body coiled like a spring.

“Dominic!” Eva’s voice trembles, her fear slicing through my haze of rage.

My finger hovers on the trigger. “I said let her go,” I repeat, my tone lethal.

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