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.

I didn't care anymore. I knew I was far from

It wasn't good for me-or for the people I intended to spend

was terrified of becoming like the monster who created me. Truly,

the new bar I found online. It wasn't too close to the hideout where Evangeline could find me

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

drink onto the man sitting beside

That automatically made him one of mine as

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

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

before

pour it on

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

I called out to

threw the glass toward him, watching as he flinched in

I ordered, pouring the frustration out of

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

bitterness mixed with a refreshing

started drinking one glass after another. I wanted to drown 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 began as an enjoyable seat at the

told the man beside me as I stood up.

with

second floor, the man trailing behind me. On the way, I passed an 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 a mix of pain

of heat ignited in

inside. As soon as