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

was the only one who could see

a small wave, I then raised

not. Don't worry. I'm just having

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

excitement, knowing I could die at

blood made me thirst

appeared beside me, holding a gun in

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

firing at the enemies closing in

felt a twisted sense of joy. More

was raised to be a killer, and I'll

been enjoying the shooting. But

us went our separate ways. I transferred their payments digitally and slapped both

wasn't usually strict during missions because I didn't want anyone tracing me as the leader, but I wouldn't tolerate insubordination.

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

I growled, pulling the

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

me in the hotel, I remembered their muscular yet oddly gentle feel-just

after five years, I wasn't sure if I hated

tried to kill me would be beyond

you off this time-what the

my gun at him. I

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

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