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Ms. CEO’s Baby Daddy Is the Merchant of Death – Episode 02
The first gray light of dawn slipped through the truck’s curtains and settled across Scarlett’s sleeping face. Connor Reed sat beside her without moving, reluctant to disturb the fragile peace surrounding them. He had shared beds before, but never this strange intimacy with someone whose last name he did not know. Leaving should have been effortless; instead, it felt like tearing himself away from a life he had never been allowed to want.
His encrypted phone displayed the coordinates Cypher had sent. The person behind the assassination attempts had finally been located, and the opportunity would not remain open for long. Connor could end the threat today, then perhaps stop living from one false identity to another. He told himself this was the last necessary act before he stepped out of the shadows and into the sun.
Scarlett shifted in her sleep, and his resolve faltered. He wished he could stay long enough to learn the name of the woman who had crashed into his night and made him feel human. Yet anyone close to Connor became leverage, and the men hunting him would not hesitate to use her. His departure was not kindness in the way she would understand it, but danger had taught him that protection often looked like abandonment.
He dressed quietly and left no explanation. Every word he imagined sounded either absurd or cruel: that he was an arms dealer, that powerful men wanted him dead, that the safest thing she could do was forget him. Connor paused at the door for one final look. Then he stepped into the cold morning and let the truck carry him toward another reckoning.
The coordinates led to an abandoned industrial compound guarded by men who believed numbers made them invincible. Connor arrived alone, without visible armor or a weapon in his hands. The guards searched him and laughed at the trucker clothes, mistaking simplicity for weakness. He allowed them to escort him inside because every step unfolded exactly as he had planned.
Lawrence Brickson waited in the center of the warehouse, surrounded by crates of weapons and hired killers. Greed had sharpened his expression into something ugly. He had decided that killing Connor would let him seize Dominion Tech, its contracts, and the global power carried by its name. Now he wanted the satisfaction of watching its legendary leader die like an ordinary man.
Connor regarded him with cool contempt. “Did you really think you could kill me and take over my company?” he asked. Lawrence smiled at the apparent arrogance of a prisoner who had arrived unarmed and alone. At his signal, every rifle in the room swung toward Connor.
The order to fire echoed through the warehouse. Triggers clicked, but no bullets came. Confusion rippled through the gunmen as they checked magazines and chambers, unable to understand why an entire arsenal had failed at once. Connor remained still at the center of their panic, his expression almost bored.
Lawrence had forgotten the one detail that mattered: Connor had sold him those guns. Dominion Tech never placed weapons in untrusted hands without retaining a safeguard, and Connor knew every hidden weakness in the systems around him. With a remote command already delivered through Cypher, Lawrence’s expensive army had become a room full of men clutching useless metal. The trap belonged not to Lawrence, but to the man he had invited inside.
Connor moved before anyone recovered. He disarmed the nearest guard, drove another into a stack of crates, and turned their own weapons against their formation. The fight was swift, brutal, and precise, the work of a man whose reputation had been earned rather than purchased. By the time silence returned, Lawrence stood alone among the wreckage of his plan.
All triumph vanished from Lawrence’s face. He backed away, sputtering threats that weakened into bargaining with every step Connor took toward him. Connor had spent months hiding in cheap motels and sleeping beside highways because of this man’s ambition. Worse, Lawrence’s attacks had brought danger close to a woman who had never even learned why she was running.
Connor produced a compact explosive and placed it where Lawrence could see the countdown. He called the bomb a complimentary gift, free of charge with the failed purchase. Lawrence’s eyes widened as the numbers began to fall. For the first time, he understood why Connor Reed’s enemies spoke of him as if he were death wearing a human face.
Lawrence backed into the table holding the bomb, his breath turning ragged. He demanded that Connor return and disable it, as though the man he had hunted owed him rescue. Pride dissolved from his voice until only terror remained. Connor watched him with the cold certainty of a sentence already passed.
For months, Lawrence had forced Connor to abandon familiar places and question every person around him. His attacks had threatened Dominion Tech, its people, and anyone unfortunate enough to cross Connor’s path. The woman asleep in the truck had nearly become part of that danger without knowing why. Connor would not give Lawrence another opportunity to reach her.
He called the bomb a complimentary gift, free of charge with Lawrence’s failed purchase. The words were almost casual, which made them more terrifying. Lawrence lunged toward him, but Connor drove him backward and left him sprawling beside the useless weapons. The countdown continued in bright, merciless numbers.
Lawrence ordered his surviving men to stop Connor. Those still conscious tried their rifles again, only to hear the same empty clicks. Connor crossed the warehouse while they scrambled for another way to fight. No one reached him before he sealed the reinforced door behind him.
Inside, Lawrence hammered against the barrier and screamed Connor’s name. He promised money, information, and loyalty if Connor would only return. Every offer arrived too late, and each was worth less than the one before it. Connor kept walking across the cracked concrete yard.
Cypher spoke through his earpiece, confirming that the compound’s weapons remained disabled and the perimeter was clear. Connor gave no answer. He had expected triumph after cornering the man who wanted his life and company. Instead, he thought of the mysterious woman he had left behind and the peaceful future he still did not know how to claim.
The final seconds sounded through the warehouse speakers. Lawrence’s pleas rose into a desperate confession that he did not want to die this way. Connor reached his vehicle and opened the door without looking back. Mercy would only allow a determined enemy to begin the hunt again.
The countdown reached zero. Fire burst through the warehouse windows, followed by a detonation that shook the earth beneath Connor’s boots. Lawrence Brickson, his soldiers, and his ambition vanished inside the blast. Connor walked away from the flames, unaware that destroying his enemy had just cleared the path for a far more personal reckoning.
