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.

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

me see how vile he truly was. It wasn't good for me-or for the people

becoming like the

found online. It wasn't too close to the hideout where Evangeline could find me instantly,

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

saying that, I poured the rest of the drink onto the man sitting beside me. Someone who, unfortunately for him, recognized

my father's pawns. That automatically made

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

he'd been assigned to take care of me. As if I

ma'am," the bartender muttered before quickly whipping

Otherwise, I might not just pour it on

me another drink. I took a sip

called out

he

Label. Now," I ordered, pouring the frustration

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

me a bottle and a 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. What began as an enjoyable seat

beside me as I stood up. "I

me with a piercing

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

in me, but I pushed

entered an empty room-Room 203-and the man followed me inside. As soon as he shut the door, he began to ask, "What is