Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 95: Spiraled Mess

"ALL CLEAR."

Hearing Kesha's signal, I entered the hotel-not through the front door but scaling the building with a rope harnessed to my waist.

It wasn't just Kesha helping out. Rain, Luna, and Finnick were part of this operation, too. Rain, with his bulky build, and Luna, with her quick reflexes, were stationed in the function hall, blending in with the crowd to monitor the target's bodyguards.

Finnick acted as our lookout-a crucial role combining the skills of a hacker and a fighter. He provided real-time updates on the situation, helping me decide the next moves.

As for me, I'm the leader-the one who takes the greatest risks. I serve my purpose.

We're a team of five. I handpicked each member for high-stakes missions like this. Five isn't too many or too few; too large a group increases the chances of getting caught.

My one rule for every mission: Do the job without harming innocent people.

Honestly, I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I thought this was a mafia organization, but I'm starting to feel more like a secret agent.

My father wasn't thrilled with my choices. He criticized my team, calling them rookies compared to his older, seasoned men. But my team has proven themselves. They're young, talented, and trained by me. "I'm here," I said, glancing at the window.

Our client today is Mr. Barlowe-or more accurately, the files inside his suitcase. I discovered that he used to work for my father.

He didn't know much about the mafia, but he held evidence exposing anomalies within the company Mason currently manages.

Of course, as a loving father who would do anything for his favored firstborn son, my dad is willing to eliminate any obstacles to Mason's success... using his illegitimate child.

I'm not exactly bitter, but it's hard not to think it's unfair. Still, Mason isn't to blame for how our deranged father thinks.

"I've opened it, S," Kesha said over the comms.

We use the first letter of our names as callsigns. I needed her help opening the window because this hotel's owner apparently has peculiar tastes-every window is secured with a passcode.

This is the first time I've ever seen something like this.

as I slid the window open and unfastened the rope from my

moved so quickly that I nearly tumbled to the floor, barely

when my eyes

around his manhood, legs slightly raised. He looked ready

must attract these kinds of ridiculous situations. But this time, I wouldn't repeat my earlier blunder. If I

his fifties. Of course, anyone would be horrified to see someone break into their room at their most vulnerable moment.

it before he could press

there was no noise. I held two guns-one in each hand. My right hand gripped the silencer-equipped

fast, mister," I said,

than a second later,

did you do?!" Luna shouted through

leader

heading up! There are

the joy of

room for the files my

can't hack the system for much longer. You

get up there and

"Copy that," Finnick replied.

exclaimed, sweat dripping down my

reputation would be irreparably damaged. Even the Colemans were implicated-it was an illegal property possession case. Quickly, I moved toward the

did I shoot the

but to leave through the door. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone on this floor-it was supposedly reserved for

But I was wrong.

though now, they were sprawled unconscious on the

pressing my earpiece as I cautiously walked toward the other side of the

noise. "I didn't

out through

off my comms. "I'll escape

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