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.

S!" I heard Kesha yell through

one who could see me through the

at me. Flashing a small wave, I then

just having a

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

knowing I could die at

of blood made me

Finnick suddenly appeared beside me, holding a

even a splatter. It made me roll

firing at the enemies

fear, I felt a twisted sense of joy. More people

be a killer,

finally escaped the hotel. I was a little disappointed-I had been enjoying the shooting. But Kesha found a way to clear our exit, and we boarded a

our separate ways. I transferred their payments digitally

strict during missions because I didn't want anyone tracing me as the leader, but I wouldn't tolerate insubordination. They needed a reality check: I'm

bottles lined up far ahead, imagining each one as

fucking bastard," I growled, pulling the

Haze or Evangeline. At least Mason was too

I remembered their muscular yet oddly gentle feel-just like

if I hated him or was forcing myself

tried

you off this time-what the

gun at him. I almost pulled the trigger but managed to stop

just pop up out of nowhere when I'm shooting," I said before I aimed my gun forward. I targeted the remaining bottles that were standing there until they were all gone. That

he yelled at me before staring at the poor bottles I

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