The Billionaire‘a Desire: Owned by Him

Chapter 5: Scores to settle

The private warehouse sat like a forgotten secret at the edge of the city—a damp, hollow shell that used to be a car park. Now it was nothing but rusted scrap metal, burnt-out cars, and the stale smell of oil clinging to the air. The kind of place no one came to unless they had something to hide.

Or someone.

My boys were already there, dressed in black, forming a quiet wall around the man tied to a chair in the center of the room.

The thief.

I slammed my car door shut and walked toward them. My footsteps echoed through the empty space. When I got closer, I finally saw his face—bloody, swollen, the result of a few light punches from my men.

Light by our standards, anyway.

I stared at him, feeling the anger rise slowly in my chest.

“I gave you work,” I said calmly.

“Protection.”

“Money.”

I adjusted my cufflinks, taking my time.

“And you still thought you could cheat me.”

The man started begging immediately. His voice was hoarse, broken, carrying the desperate tone of someone who already knew how this story ended.

Most of his words were swallowed by shaky breaths and pitiful grunts.

I barely listened.

He had stolen from me.

Not just stolen—he had taken my shipment and sold half of it to my rivals.

The Purifoys.

Men bent on destroying everything I had built, tangled in a family feud older than either of us.

He actually thought I wouldn’t find out.

“You didn’t just take my product,” I said quietly, stepping closer. “You sold my shipment to people who would happily burn everything I built.”

His head shook frantically.

“It was business!” he croaked.

“No.”

I leaned down so he could see the truth in my eyes.

“Business is loyalty.”

Silence filled the warehouse.

“How long have you been working with them?” I asked.

He hesitated.

Just for a second.

But that second was enough.

That hesitation was the answer.

I straightened my cuffs and glanced at Marco.

“Make sure he understands what betrayal costs.”

The man’s breathing turned wild.

“Nat… please—”

But I had already turned away.

I walked toward my car, the cold night air hitting my face as I stepped outside.

My phone lit up.

8:00 PM.

Zara.

Two completely different worlds… about to collide.

As my driver pulled the car around and the windows rolled down, the warehouse door creaked open behind me.

Then I heard it.

The slow, unmistakable c**k of a gun.

And I knew…

…what was about to happen.