Page 90 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

One of Adrian’s men kneels by the lock, his gloved hands working quickly. The mechanism clicks open, and the door swings inward with a groan. The stale air inside smells of oil and neglect.

The warehouse is a labyrinth of shipping containers and industrial equipment, the faint hum of machinery betraying recent activity. My grip tightens on my weapon as we move deeper into the building, the shadows shifting with every step.

“Clear so far,” Adrian’s voice crackles in my ear.

“Keep moving,” I reply, scanning the area.

Rounding a corner, we stop short. Voices echo faintly from the center of the warehouse. I motion for Eva to stay behind me, her presence steadying even as my focus sharpens.

Peering around a stack of crates, I see them. Conrad and Reyes stand near a makeshift command center, a row of monitors displaying images of Kane Enterprises, the estate, and other key locations.

“They’ve been watching us,” Eva whispers, her tone tinged with disbelief.

I nod, anger flaring. “Not for much longer.”

“Stay here,” I whisper, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Before she can object, I step out from behind the crates, my gun trained on Conrad. “Game over.”

Both men turn, surprise flashing across their faces before their usual masks of disdain slide into place.

“Dominic Kane,” Conrad sneers, his tone dripping with mockery. “Always so predictable.”

Reyes smirks, his composure unnerving. “I must say, your persistence is impressive. Misguided, but impressive.”

“Drop the act,” I snap, keeping my aim steady. “We’ve got your operation. Your men are in custody. This ends now.”

“Does it?” Reyes’s voice is smooth, calculated. He steps closer, his hands raised in mock surrender. “You think taking us downwill fix anything? You’re playing a small game, Kane. The real players haven’t even entered the board yet.”

“Save your threats,” I growl. “You’re done.”

Before I can move, Reyes presses a button on the console behind him. A piercing alarm blares through the warehouse, and the monitors flicker to a new feed—one showing Eva and our operatives near the loading dock.

“Dominic!” Eva’s voice comes through the comm, sharp with panic. “We’ve got company!”

Gunfire erupts from the far end of the warehouse, shattering the uneasy stillness. Conrad lunges for a weapon, but I’m faster. My shot knocks it from his grasp. Reyes, ever the strategist, moves toward a hidden lever on the wall, triggering a concealed passage.

“Adrian!” I bark into the comm. “Reyes is heading for the exit. Cut him off!”

“We’re pinned down!” Adrian’s voice crackles through the chaos.

Conrad shoves a stack of crates toward me, using the distraction to dart into the passage after Reyes. Cursing under my breath, I regain my footing and race toward the exit.

I burst onto the loading dock to find Eva crouched behind a container, her weapon drawn. She’s firing back at a group of armed men who are trying to cut off our escape. Relief floods meat the sight of her alive, but it’s quickly overtaken by the need to end this.

“Dominic!” she calls, her voice steady despite the chaos. “They’re blocking the exits!”

“I’ve got you,” I reply, taking position beside her. My shots are precise, each one inching us closer to clearing the path. Adrian’s team regroups, their firepower overwhelming our attackers.

The tide shifts, and the remaining gunmen retreat. But the damage is done—Reyes and Conrad are gone.

As the dust settles, the warehouse is eerily quiet. The team secures the remaining attackers, while I stand with Eva near the exit. Her face is pale but resolute, her green eyes blazing with determination.

“They got away,” she says, frustration lacing her voice.

“For now,” I reply, my tone grim. “But this isn’t over.”

Adrian approaches, holding a tablet. “We found this in their command center. It’s linked to the same offshore accounts we’ve been tracing.”

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