Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Raised To Be A K*ller

"I'm sorry," I apologized to Finnick for my state.

It's all because of Ash. I wasn't even sure if it was really him.

If Finnick hadn't shown up earlier, I probably wouldn't have survived. I was lucky to have him on my team. Even Simon, who questions almost everything, couldn't deny Finnick's skills. Finnick is quick, efficient, and highly capable. Simon had tried recruiting him in the past, but Finnick refused and chose to work under me instead.

And now, here he was, scolding me-even though I was his leader.

"Are you good now?" he asked when I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, centering myself.

"Yeah." I nodded, ignoring all the distractions in my mind.

I swiftly spun the gun in my right hand and reached for my ammo clip with my left. I hadn't even realized I had emptied it earlier.

Moving quickly, I reloaded the gun.

"I'm fine," I said, my expression shifting from lost to focused. I spun the gun in my right hand again-a habit of mine. "Thanks for the concern, but I don't need it."

Finnick smirked, expecting my harsh words. I stepped out of hiding and began shooting at anyone who dared come after me.

Every shot was aimed at the head. I never missed. I didn't kill innocent people-but how could I calm myself when I kept seeing Ash in every one of them?

Besides, I couldn't assume they were innocent. Everyone has sins they regret, and so do I.

This was my plan C: Kill everyone who gets in my way.

I heard Kesha yell through

only one who could see me through

glanced around and spotted a CCTV camera pointed at me. Flashing a small wave, I then raised my middle finger at

Don't worry. I'm just having a bit of

another gun from the ground before ducking behind a wall again. My heart was pounding. That familiar

and excitement, knowing

sight of blood made me thirst

kill everyone," Finnick suddenly appeared beside me, holding a gun

blood on him-not even

I asked, firing at the enemies closing in

numbers were increasing, but instead of fear, I felt a twisted sense of joy. More people

was raised to be a killer, and I'll

was a little disappointed-I had been enjoying the shooting. But Kesha found a way to clear our

separate ways. I transferred their payments

I wouldn't tolerate insubordination. They needed a

garden, shooting at bottles lined up far ahead, imagining each one as Ash. Every

fucking bastard," I growled,

avoided the practice room where I'd likely run into either Haze or Evangeline. At

I remembered their muscular yet oddly gentle feel-just like Ash's. The thought

if I hated him or was forcing myself

loving the person who tried to

off this time-what the hell?!

my gun at him. I almost pulled the trigger but

before I aimed my gun forward. I targeted the remaining bottles that were standing there until they were all gone. That

know you have high blood pressure!" he yelled at me before staring at the poor bottles I was shooting at. "Who's your

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255