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 relationships. Betraying someone close to me was

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

terrified of becoming like the monster who created me.

hideout where Evangeline could find me instantly, but also not too far that I couldn't make it home afterward. I came here

was

poured the rest of the drink onto the man sitting beside me. Someone who, unfortunately

pawns. That automatically made him one of mine as well, didn't

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

guy told me he'd been assigned to take care of me. As if I needed anyone's concern.

before quickly

pour it on someone next time-I might smash the

a

out

threw the glass toward him, watching as he flinched in surprise. I missed him on

Now," I ordered, pouring the frustration out

much that he couldn't even move, his eyes darting to avoid mine. Meanwhile, the man beside me quietly continued wiping his head. I didn't bother knowing his name. Puppets didn't need

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

music was too loud, and the stares from people around me were starting to irritate

me as I stood up.

with a piercing

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

flicker of heat ignited in me, but I pushed it

me inside. As soon as he shut