The Billionaire's Dangerous Obsession - Chapter 9: Chapter 9

“Welcome home, sir,” his head helper greeted him as he walked through the doors of his mansion.
“Good afternoon,” he simply said and he began to head up to his room. As he did, he remembered how he had wanted nothing more than to come and rest the previous night.
And all thanks to a certain woman stabbing in the neck with an injection, that didn't happen.
As soon as he got into his room, he took off his blood-stained shirt and he stepped into the bathroom.
Without wasting a second more, he got rid of the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower.
The hot water cascaded over his skin, washing away the filth of the previous day, but his mind remained anything but clean.
He had gone to the club with the intention of finding the assholes who were trying to cause trouble and while he had gotten rid of them, he couldn't care less about who sent them.
Rather, he started reliving, his moments with Nivera, and as he did his thoughts simmered with something darker—a desire to make Nivera pay.
She had stabbed him. Drugged him. Humiliated him, and she thought she could escape? That she could just disappear and move on with her life?
Alejandro let out a humorless chuckle, running a hand through his wet hair. Foolish woman. If she thought he wouldn’t keep an eye on her, she was gravely mistaken.
Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed out of the bathroom. As soon as he was out, he immediately went to his phone and picked up.
He had missed almost an entire day of work and he wasn't in the mood to go to the office.
The screen lit up with messages— most from work, some from Antonio, and others from women who wanted his attention.
He scrolled through them with mild disinterest until a call from his secretary came in.
He immediately answered, and they began discussing urgent matters he had neglected while dealing with the chaos of the day.
The conversation dragged longer than he would have liked, and when he finally disconnected, his eyes landed on an unread message from one of his men.
His brows furrowed as he read the contents.
“Sir, the woman attempted to flee but the taxi she got into didn't take her to the airport.”
He read and reread the message over and over again and they told him only one thing: Nivera had been kidnapped.
A sharp frown appeared on his face and he immediately called the men he had assigned to tail her.
“Why didn’t you do anything?” he snapped, his voice cold and laced with irritation.
“You told us not to approach her or be seen under any circumstances,” the man reminded him, cautious of Alejandro’s temper. “We followed your orders, sir.”
Alejandro cursed under his breath. He had given that order expecting Nivera to notice them, panic, and try to flee, not get herself abducted.
“Where is she now?” he demanded.
“We tracked her to a penthouse in one of your family’s buildings. We'll send you the address now.”
Alejandro stilled, momentarily processing the information. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. How ironic. She had been taken to one of his properties.
“I’ll be there soon.” He ended the call and quickly got dressed, his mind already working through his next move.
By the time he finished, the address was already sent and he immediately forwarded it to his head of security.
As he stepped out of his mansion, he called Martins.
“Nivera has been kidnapped. I forwarded you where she has been taken to. Find out who is behind it before I get there.”
“On it,” Martins responded and he disconnected the call.
‘Nivera Elton, if he doesn't kill you, I’m going to do so myself,’ he hissed in annoyance.
Today was supposed to be a work free day all thanks to her and she had snatched it back from him. What an utterly annoying woman!
By the time Alejandro arrived at the building, the two men he had assigned to monitor Nivera were waiting for him.
As soon as she stepped out of his car, they approached him.
“We couldn’t get past the lobby,” one of them reported. “The security here is tight—only residents and authorized personnel are allowed beyond this point.”
Martins called at that point.
“Only one person in that building has any known ties to Nivera—Nathaniel Blackwell,” he informed Alejandro.
Alejandro’s eyes darkened. Nathaniel.
He knew of the man’s predatory reputation. He had always been a disgusting bastard, preying on women with less power, less influence.
Alejandro clenched his jaw, something unfamiliar twisting in his gut. He told himself it was just irritation, nothing more.
Even though Nivera admitted to being an escort, the fact that Nathaniel kidnapped her didn't speak well of his intentions.
Alejandro hummed in understanding at the men as his family were the ones who made the rules. It was hard to blame them for that.
The building housed the rich and powerful, after all. But security or not, this was his domain. He didn’t need permission.
“Follow me,” he said and the three of them headed into the building.
As they passed by the security who bowed at them, he saw him whispering something to his earpiece, no doubt informing the management that he was there.
As if on cue, the manager rushed forward when they stepped into the building, his face pale with nervousness. “Mr. García, what an unexpected visit—”
“I don’t have time for pleasantries,” Alejandro cut him off. “Get me access to Nathaniel Blackwell’s penthouse.”
The manager paled further but quickly gestured for an employee to fetch a key card. Within moments, Alejandro had what he needed.
“Stay here until I give further instructions,” he ordered before heading toward the elevator, his men following closely behind.
The elevator doors slid open, and Alejandro stepped out, his grip tightening around the key card. He swiped it through the lock and pushed open the door—only to be met with an immediate attack.
A man lunged at him with a knife.
Alejandro reacted swiftly, dodging the initial strike. The man aimed for his side, but Alejandro twisted, redirecting the blade with practiced ease showing not only that he was highly trained but that it wasn't the first time he was doing such.
The next thing his attacker knew, the knife was buried in his own arm.
Alejandro pulled the knife out, the man collapsing in pain as his blood splattered onto Alejandro’s fresh white shirt.
“Damn it,” Alejandro muttered, glancing down at the mess. “This was new.”
Meanwhile, his men took care of the other two guards in the room, efficiently neutralizing them.
With the path now clear, Alejandro snatched a silenced gun from one of the fallen men. He took a steadying breath before pushing open the bedroom door and what he saw made his blood boil.
Nivera was tied to the bed, half-naked, her skin marked with bruises from rough handling.
Alejandro didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over her, concealing her from prying eyes.
Nathaniel, who had been standing by the bed, took a step back, his face paling.
“Mr Garcia,” he stammered, forcing a nervous chuckle. “This is a misunderstanding.”
Alejandro didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted the gun and shot Nathaniel in the leg. The man let out a strangled cry, falling to his knees.
“The fuck?!” He yelled in pain.
“I assume you didn't think I was going to shoot because of my playful reputation?” Alejandro asked, his voice calm, almost amused.
Nathaniel whimpered, pressing a hand to his bleeding leg. “I-I—”
“Big mistake,” Alejandro murmured. He crouched, leveling his gaze with Nathaniel’s. “That reputation? It’s a farce. I am just as much of a devil.”
Everyone knew him as the Garcia who was different because he was playful and jovial unlike the rest of the men in his family but what they didn't know was that he did that to make people lower their guard around him.
That way, it would be easy to destroy them and it was more fun to see.
Nathaniel’s eyes widened in terror and he immediately tried to talk his way out of it, but Alejandro silenced him with a sharp, mocking retort.
“Please, be my guest.” Then, without hesitation, he pointed the gun at Nathaniel’s head.
“Sir,” one of Alejandro’s men stepped in hesitantly. “If we kill him here, it’ll be difficult to clean up.”
Alejandro exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes and lowered the gun. The man was right. It would indeed be difficult to clean up.
“Get out,” he ordered Nathaniel coldly. “Now.”
Nathaniel didn’t hesitate. He scrambled to his feet and limped out of the room, leaving a trail of blood behind him.
“Get out,” Alejandro then dismissed his men, locking the door behind them. Then, he turned back to Nivera.
She was trembling, eyes filled with both relief and fear.
Alejandro moved to sit beside her, tilting his head slightly. “Are you okay?”
She nodded hesitantly, then tugged at the ropes binding her wrists. “Please… loosen these.”
Alejandro leaned back, smirking. “No.”
He saw a frown appear on Nivera’s face. “Why?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
Her nostrils flared. She was furious, but she was also at his mercy. He still had the gun in his hand, after all.
“Mr. García, please,” she tried again, her voice softer as if that would work on him. She was foolish for even thinking so.
In a blink of an eye, Alejandro suddenly hovered over her, pressing the cold barrel of the gun to her throat.
Her breath hitched, fear flickering in her wide eyes.
“You thought you could escape me?” he murmured, voice laced with dark amusement. “By running out of the country?”
She swallowed hard, unable to speak.
Alejandro smirked. “Even if you run to the ends of the earth, Nivera, I will find you. And I will make you pay.”