His Ruthless Possession

Chapter 3

Selena's Pov

I tied my apron around my waist while trying not to think about who broke into my apartment. Or the missing photo of my father. Or the black car that kept appearing outside my job every night. But my hands still shook while carrying trays.

“You need sleep,” Sofia said beside me while placing menus on a table.

“I need money.”

“That too.” She studied my face for a second. “Did you tell your mom?”

I shook my head. “She already has enough problems.”

Sofia looked like she wanted to say something else, but the restaurant doors suddenly opened.

A group of men walked inside wearing black suits. Cold faces. Broad shoulders. The type of men who looked dangerous without even trying.

Then he entered behind them. The same man from before. The strange thing was nobody looked him directly in the eyes. Workers moved faster around him. Customers lowered their voices. Even Mr. Laurent looked nervous.

“Who the hell is he?”

One of the cooks walked past me and muttered under his breath, “ He is he most dangerous man in the city.”

The man sat at the private table near the back while his guards spread through the restaurant like shadows. Watching everything and everyone. He looked like he was in a really bad mood.

And somehow I felt his eyes land on me again. My stomach tightened instantly.

“Selena.” Sofia nudged me. “Stop staring before you get fired.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You literally look terrified.”

Because I was terrified. I grabbed a tray and headed toward another table, but the uncomfortable feeling never left me. It only got worse every time I passed the private section.

At one point, I accidentally glanced toward him again. Which was a really bad idea because he was already looking at me. I looked away so fast I almost dropped the drinks in my hands.

The next few hours dragged painfully.

Mr. Laurent stopped me near the kitchen.

“The wine shipment arrived downstairs.”

I stared at him. “Right now?”

“Yes. Bring up the last crate before you leave.”

I wanted to complain, but I needed this job too badly. So I grabbed the storage keys and headed toward the employee elevator near the back hallway.

The underground garage beneath Bellissimo always creeped me out.

The lights barely worked properly. Shadows stretched across the concrete walls, and every sound echoed too loudly. Expensive cars filled the parking spaces while cold air wrapped around the empty garage.

I walked toward the storage room while hugging my arms tightly around myself. Then I heard someone scream. I froze instantly. Male voices echoed from somewhere nearby. Angry voices.

The gunshot exploded through the garage so loudly my entire body jumped. Fear slammed into me as men suddenly appeared from around the corner holding guns.

Blood splattered across one man’s shoulder while another screamed in pain before collapsing beside a car.

Gunshots echoed through the garage while bullets slammed into concrete pillars. Glass shattered. Men shouted orders at each other while footsteps thundered across the floor.

I dropped the storage keys and threw myself behind the nearest black car. My breathing became uneven. This couldn’t be real. Another gunshot exploded so close I almost screamed.

I pressed both hands over my mouth while crouching behind the car. My entire body shook violently. Tears filled my eyes from pure panic.

Then someone crashed against the other side of the vehicle beside me. A man groaned painfully before blood spilled beneath the car onto the concrete floor.

I stared at it in horror. The man stopped moving seconds later. My stomach twisted so badly I thought I would throw up.

More footsteps echoed nearby and one of the men shouted angrily, “Find him!”

Another gunshot rang out. Then suddenly there was silence. The entire garage became still.

My heart pounded painfully inside my chest while I stayed frozen behind the car. Hoping if I stayed quiet enough, they wouldn’t notice me.

Slow footsteps echoed across the garage. I swallowed hard before slowly lifting my head above the car window. And I saw him. The dangerous man from the restaurant. Tonight I finally saw him clearly.

He walked through the garage while holding a gun at his side like this kind of violence was normal to him. Like dead bodies and blood meant absolutely nothing.

Several armed men stood behind him waiting for orders. One injured man crawled backward across the floor in front of him. Blood covered the man’s mouth while terror filled his eyes.

“Please…” the injured man begged.

But he stared down at him without emotion.

“You betrayed me,” he said calmly.

The injured man shook violently. “I had no choice.”

“Everyone has a choice.”

Then without hesitation gunshot echoed brutally through the garage. Blood splattered across the floor. The man stopped moving instantly.

One of the guards stepped closer. “The others escaped.”

He wiped blood from his hand slowly before speaking. “Find them.”

Then his eyes lifted straight toward me. My entire body froze. For one horrifying second, our eyes locked across the garage. I stumbled backward in panic, and my bag slipped from my shoulder.

It hit the ground loudly. The sound echoed through the silent garage. Every head snapped toward me instantly.

My heartbeat slammed painfully against my ribs as one of the armed men stepped forward.

“There’s someone there.”

Panic consumed me completely. I grabbed my bag and tried stepping back, but my legs barely worked anymore.

Another man spotted me beside the car. His expression changed immediately.

“She saw everything.”