Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 117: Wanna Play With Me?

The next morning, I went to Simon's office at the hideout. As expected, he was already there, working his ass off. "Hey," I greeted, settling onto the couch.

I crossed my legs and arms, not breaking my gaze from him. He simply raised a brow at my intense stare.

"Now that I'm here, what do you need?" I asked, cutting to the chase, remembering that he also wanted to meet me before.

"Did anything strange occur when you were doing the mission?" he asked directly, mirroring my bluntness. "Like... your first love coming back to you?"

I could say I was surprised, but deep down, I'd been expecting this. Almost everyone in the mafia was loyal to him. This moment confirmed what Evangeline had told me: there was a mole in my team. I'd have to root them out before they wrecked everything for me... and for my plans.

"None of your business," I said, trying to keep my tone polite, though it came out sarcastic.

He slammed the files he was holding onto the desk and glared at me. "You are my business, child. Just make sure you don't go running back to him."

I smirked. He was so worried about his organization. Who else would clean up his messes if I left and went with Ash?

I didn't reply. Instead, I shifted the conversation to what I'd come here for-This time, it's my turn.

"Have you ever treated anyone as a friend?" I asked.

"No. Everyone is an enemy." He answered without a moment's hesitation.

And that was it.

my behavior, but I didn't care anymore. I knew I was far from perfect, but I valued my

second I spent near him made me see how vile he truly was. It wasn't good for me-or for the people I intended to spend my life

was terrified of becoming like the monster

found online. It wasn't too close to the hideout where Evangeline could find me instantly, but also not too far that I

I asked the bartender, who was busy mixing

the man sitting beside

one of my father's pawns. That automatically made

wiped his head with a handkerchief instead. As far as I knew, he was

take care of me. As if I needed anyone's concern.

before quickly whipping up another

just pour it on someone next time-I

me another drink. I took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. It still tastes

called out to the

as he

pouring the frustration out of my

the man

glass. I poured a drink, savoring the bitterness mixed with a refreshing aftertaste. This

was too loud, and the stares from people around me were starting to irritate me. What began as an enjoyable seat at the bar had turned into a chore. I needed space.

with me," I told the man beside me as I stood up. "I have something

with a

the way, I passed an open room and couldn't help but glance inside. A

flicker of heat ignited in me, but I pushed

As soon as he shut the door, he began to ask,