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.

immediately stormed out of the office, fully aware he was now suspicious of my behavior, but I didn't care anymore. I knew I was far from perfect,

near him made me see how vile he truly was. It

was terrified of becoming like the monster who created

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

you have anything stronger?" I asked the bartender, who was busy mixing drinks for other customers. "This tastes

rest of the drink onto the man sitting beside

automatically made

handkerchief instead. As far as I knew, he was one of the men tasked with cleaning up my

assigned to take care of me.

ma'am," the bartender muttered before quickly whipping

make this one stronger and tastier. Otherwise, I might not just pour it on someone next time-I might smash the glass into his face.

another drink. I took a sip and

out

as he

Label. Now," I ordered, pouring

so much that he couldn't even move, his eyes darting to avoid mine. Meanwhile, the man beside me quietly

me a bottle and a fresh glass. I poured a drink, savoring the bitterness mixed with a refreshing aftertaste. This was what I looked for in alcohol-something to dull my thoughts and let

loud, and the stares from people around me were starting to irritate me. What began as an enjoyable seat

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

with a

open room and couldn't help but glance inside. A couple was in there, making out shamelessly. The man was pounding into the woman, her screams

heat ignited in me,

followed me inside. As soon