Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 125: Velvet Ring

"Really?" He looked at me, his mouth slightly open.

I nodded. I didn't mean it, though. If he took it seriously, that was on him.

"I'm done talking. Your turn," he said, staring at me.

I kicked at him, but he dodged. What a waste. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.

"Nothing interesting in my life," I replied. "Stop."

"Hey, Ash!" he said suddenly, making me straighten up and look at the door.

"Where?" I asked, a little panicked.

I stopped when I realized he was just messing with me.

"Nowhere," he said with a laugh. I raised my wine, ready to throw it at him, but stopped myself.

"Fuck you, Haze Greensmith," I muttered.

He laughed again before turning serious. "I've got something to tell you. I meant to say this when you visited the hospital but forgot."

"What is it?" I asked disinterestedly, focusing on my drink.

"I saw someone who looks like Ash."

I froze mid-drink. It felt like time had stopped. "What did you say?"

"I know it's weird, but hear me out. I'm not sure if it was Ash or if I was just seeing things. But I've known that guy for ages. Even if you turned him inside out, I'd still recognize him."

Mason had grown up with Ash. Of course, they'd know him

at his last comment, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. It wasn't absurd.

did this

He scratched his chin in thought.

was around the time I showed Senator Windwood Ash's picture. He had a

asked as he saw me stand up and gather

replied. "Thanks for the information, Haze," I added before walking out of the

arrived at the hideout, I called Kesha. I went

out of breath. She immediately leaned against the wall,

responsibilities outlined in her contract. When I call for

a team. To me, they're like family. That's why it hurt a bit when Evangeline told me there

some distance from everyone until I figure out if it's true or not-and who it

hope it's not

okay?" I asked

muttered before grabbing a drink from

pointing to the wall clock in the corner of the computer room. "We have a clock here. But why

and faded jeans. Her long, curly hair-similar to mine-was a mess,

said, still breathing heavily as she sank into the couch, clearly trying to calm

her time. While waiting, I opened the fridge to grab a canned coffee but spotted a chocolate donut on the lower shelf. I took it, thinking it might help me sober up-though I wasn't drunk. It was just wine, no big

the time, I scrolled through my phone, but I stopped abruptly when

a

what the message

this time, but I knew it was the same person who had contacted me before. I didn't bother asking Kesha to trace it because I feared he'd threaten my kids again. That jerk played dirty. The game hadn't even started, but he already wanted

wanted to play a game... but what kind? A death game?

what's the

in thought as I bit into the donut I took from the fridge. It was soft and chewy-until my teeth hit something hard. I winced as pain shot through my tooth, making my

complained, setting my phone aside to fish

looked gross; I'll admit that. Kesha was staring at me, confused