Damien's cold gaze settled on the thief like a guillotine blade waiting to drop.
The man scrambled backward until his spine hit a rusted support beam. He was hyperventilating, his eyes darting frantically between the heavily armed operatives and the terrifying billionaire looming over him in the shaft of dusty sunlight.
"Please," the man begged, his voice cracking into a pathetic, high-pitched whine. "I didn't know! I swear to God, I didn't know it was you! Have mercy, please!"
He dug his trembling, dirt-caked fingers into his jacket pocket and pulled out the sleek, black iPhone. He held it out with both hands, shaking so violently the phone vibrated in his palms.
Diego stepped forward and snatched the device, wiping it down with a microfiber cloth before stepping back into formation.
