The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Nivera bolted out of the restroom, her chest heaving and her hands trembling.
The pepper spray slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor, but she didn’t dare look back.
Her pulse thundered in her ears as she stumbled forward, her legs unsteady beneath her.
The darn heels weren't helping matters, but she didn't dare stop to take it off.
The drugs coursing through her system made the world blur and spin, and she swayed as she clung to the walls for support.
She had to escape.
She couldn’t go back into the main club as Nathaniel would be waiting, which meant she had to find another exit, one that wouldn’t lead her right back to him.
Her vision blurred as she wandered, pulsing music fading into the background. What kind of club was this?! She grumbled as the corridors seemed endless, with no exit in sight.
Her breaths came shallow and ragged as she pushed herself forward, her legs threatening to give out with every step.
Finally, she reached a dark hallway which appeared to be far from the club, as she couldn't hear any music again.
She paused, leaning against the cool wall as she tried to steady herself. But her body refused to cooperate, her head pounding and her limbs growing heavier by the second.
Nivera paused in her steps when she suddenly saw him.
At the end of the hallway, illuminated by a faint overhead light, stood the man from earlier.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene before her. He was facing another man, who was slumped on the floor, clutching his side as if he’d been hit.
Before she could process what she was seeing, the asshole raised a gun, his movements calm and deliberate.
Nivera’s breath caught in her throat, her body frozen in place.
The man on the floor begged, his voice weak and desperate. “Please… I didn’t mean to…”
The gunshot rang out, sharp and deafening in the silence.
Nivera’s scream tore from her lips before she could stop it over what she had just witnessed, and the colour drained from her face when the man turned instantly, his dark eyes locking onto her as she stood paralyzed at the edge of the hallway.
Alejandro stood on the balcony overlooking the club, his expression a mix of frustration and boredom as his gaze was focused on a particular woman.
The woman from earlier, the one who had the audacity to pour not one but three drinks on him, was now draped over Nathaniel Blackwell, her body language seductive.
He clenched the railing tighter, his dark eyes narrowing. Nathaniel Blackwell. The man was infamous for his affairs, despite his very public marriage.
Alejandro knew the kind of women Nathaniel attracted—opportunists, gold diggers, or anyone desperate enough to be ensnared in his web.
And just as he had thought, the woman was one of them. Yet, she had the audacity to be mad when he called her for what she was.
He didn’t know why it irritated him so much to see her with Nathaniel.
Maybe it was the way she looked so innocent, but she wasn't.
Or maybe it was because, for a moment earlier while she was sitting at the bar, he’d thought she was different.
“Sir,” a voice broke through his thoughts. A guard approached, his tone low and urgent.
“We’ve got eyes on the two men you asked us to track down. They’re still in the club, but they’re moving fast. They know we’re onto them.”
Alejandro straightened, his annoyance with the woman shoved aside. “Show me their photos.”
The guard handed him a tablet, displaying the images of two men taken from the club’s security cameras.
Alejandro memorized their faces in seconds. It was easy as he had a photographic memory.
“Spread out and comb the club,” he ordered. “They shouldn't get far.”
With a final glance toward Nathaniel and the woman, Alejandro turned and left the balcony, his focus now on the task at hand.
He searched through the club and his search led him to a restricted area, dimly lit and eerily quiet compared to the chaos of the main floor.
Whoosh
The first punch came out of nowhere.
Alejandro reacted instantly, his reflexes sharp from years of training as he dodged it.
The man lunged at him again, but Alejandro sidestepped, grabbing his attacker’s arm and twisting it behind his back.
“You picked the wrong person and on the wrong day,” Alejandro growled, slamming the man into the wall.
The goon struggled, managing to land a weak punch to Alejandro’s side, but it only fueled his anger.
With a swift, calculated movement, Alejandro disarmed him and delivered a brutal blow to his jaw, sending him crumpling to the floor.
“Please,” the man begged, blood dripping from his mouth when he realized that the situation wasn't in his favour. “I didn’t mean—”
Alejandro didn’t let him finish as he pulled out his gun and fired.
The gunshot echoed through the hallway, and Alejandro let out a slow breath. He turned to leave but froze at the sound of a scream.
His gaze snapped to the source of the sound, and there she was.
The woman from earlier stood at the edge of the hallway, her face pale and her wide eyes locked on his.
She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her body trembling as she stared at the body on the floor and then at him.
“Don’t run,” Alejandro warned coldly, raising his gun and aiming it directly at her. “I’ll blow your head off if you try.”
She froze, her chest heaving, as if she couldn’t decide whether to faint or bolt.
Alejandro approached her slowly, his gun never wavering. “You’ve got some nerve to have followed…”.
A sharp pain in his neck interrupted him, and his hand instinctively shot up to the source. His fingers grazed something small and metallic.
An injection.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he met her gaze again. The little shit fucking injected him with something.
“I swear, I'm going to kill…”
His words cut off as the world around him tilted. His vision blurred, his limbs growing heavy as the drug surged through his system.
“You little…”
Before he could finish, the drugs took full effect, and he collapsed to the floor.
Nivera stood over him, her breath coming in short gasps. She stared at his unconscious form for a moment, her heart racing.
She didn't have time to waste and so, she ran once again.