Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 142: Found The Culprit

I knew Simon wouldn't like finding out his beloved son was covered in blood and on the verge of killing someone in a rage. If he found out about this, he'd probably take it out on me.

That's what I'm here for, after all.

"Wait... What the f. uck."

At first, I didn't recognize the man because of his wounds and bloodied face, but as I got closer, my eyes widened in shock.

I gasped-it was one of my subordinates.

He wasn't part of my main team, but he was always by my side during meetings and agendas within the organization. He tried to speak, but he couldn't because of the gag tied tightly around his mouth.

My heart ached instantly. I never imagined Mason would harm someone, let alone someone from my organization, just because he had the power to do it.

Mason started approaching me, but I quickly drew the gun from my waistband and aimed it at him. I knew I was better than him.

Unlike Ash, Mason hadn't undergone training when Simon appointed me as the leader of the mafia and handed him control of the company.

"What the hell are you doing to my people, Mason?" I asked coldly, though my curiosity seeped into my tone.

I fixed him with a sharp glare. I might be a villain to some, but I know how to protect my own.

His gaze softened as he looked at me, but it had no effect. I wanted an explanation-why would he do this?

I didn't care if he needed an outlet for his anger, but I wasn't about to let him use my people as punching bags.

Mason dragged the tip of the bat across the floor as he walked toward me. The sound echoed ominously, but he stopped short when I aimed my gun at his side and pulled the trigger.

Pain shot through me as the recoil jarred my injured shoulder. I suppressed a whimper, refusing to show weakness.

me if he finds out what you're doing here?" I said in a low tone,

I fucking look like I

closer, and I raised the gun to his face. Yet there was no

with blood, oddly gave me a sense of comfort I hadn't felt in a long time. "Get out of here. You need rest. I heard

some reason, I nodded too,

me when I cried back in college. He still gave me that same feeling-that everything

to trust him, even when I didn't

angry. He hated violence and blood, but something must have pushed

stood behind him,

added,

the man spat on Mason's chest,

But in his position, I couldn't

I'm easy to talk to." Mason grinned and raised

I grabbed his

me. His gaze dropped to my shirt, which had slipped slightly,

on the injury on my arm. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as if he was trying to hold back his anger. "C-Can you explain to me

giving the man a sharp look. "He's

Evangeline.

Mason's rage

felt like it shattered. This man had been a

did Mason know? And why didn't

fuck

me aside and turned back to the man.

information. But judging by the man's smirk and defiant glare, he wasn't going

it! Stop talking nonsense!" the

lost my

from his mouth, confirming the

I said, grabbing his hair and yanking him