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 the

the only one who could see

a CCTV camera pointed at me. Flashing a small wave, I then

I'm just having

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

chills and excitement, knowing I could die

sight of blood made me

appeared beside me, holding a gun in

wasn't a drop of blood on him-not even a splatter. It made me

firing at the

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

was raised to 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,

of us went our separate ways. I transferred their

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

far ahead, imagining each one

I

either Haze or Evangeline. At least Mason was too busy with the company

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

after five years, I wasn't sure if I hated him or was forcing myself

still loving the person who tried

you off this time-what the

up when I suddenly aimed my gun at him. I almost pulled the trigger but managed

forward. I targeted the

before staring at the poor bottles I was

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