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

the only one who could see me through the

pointed at me. Flashing a small wave, I then raised my middle finger at it

worry. I'm just having a

before ducking behind a wall again. My heart was pounding. That familiar feeling was back-the one where I

excitement, knowing

blood made me

Finnick suddenly appeared beside me, holding

him-not even a splatter. It made me roll my eyes.

firing at the

instead of fear, I felt a twisted sense of

was raised to be a killer, and I'll die as

I was a little disappointed-I had been enjoying the shooting. But Kesha found a

ways. I transferred their payments digitally and slapped

didn't want anyone tracing me as the leader, but I wouldn't tolerate insubordination. They

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 least Mason was too busy with the

the hands that had grabbed me in the hotel, I remembered their muscular yet oddly gentle feel-just like Ash's. The thought unsettled

wasn't sure if I hated him or was forcing

who tried to kill me would be beyond

you off this time-what

throwing his hands up when I suddenly aimed my gun at him. I almost pulled the

forward. I targeted the remaining

blood pressure!" he yelled at me before staring at the poor bottles I was shooting

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