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.

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, but I valued my relationships. Betraying someone

second I spent near him made me see how vile he truly was. It wasn't good for me-or for

the monster who created me.

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

I asked the bartender, who was busy mixing drinks for other customers. "This tastes

the drink onto the man

one of my father's pawns. That automatically made him one of mine as well,

didn't complain, and wiped his head with a handkerchief instead. As far as I knew, he was one of the men tasked with cleaning up my

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

before

I might not just pour it on someone next

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

I called out to the

toward him, watching as he

pouring the frustration out of

his eyes darting to avoid mine. Meanwhile, the man beside me quietly continued wiping his head. I didn't bother knowing his name. Puppets

the bitterness mixed with a refreshing aftertaste. This was what I looked for in alcohol-something to dull my thoughts and

in this temporary pleasure, knowing it would fade when I woke up. The music was too loud, and the stares from people around me were starting to irritate me. What

me," I told the man beside me as I stood

with a

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

in

the man followed me inside. As soon as he shut the door, he began to