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

fucking look like I care

his face. Yet there was no

sticky with blood, oddly gave me a sense of comfort I hadn't felt in a long

I

back in college. He

me to trust him, even when I didn't understand

seen him so angry. He hated violence and blood, but something must

behind him,

you the orders?" he added, removing the gag from the man's

answering, the man spat on Mason's

to this subordinate, I knew him as respectful. But in his position, I couldn't blame him-if someone tortured me, I'd retaliate too. "Just kill me

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

grabbed his arm, stopping

and looked at me. His gaze dropped to my shirt, which had slipped

His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as if he was trying to hold back his anger. "C-Can you explain to me first what's happening?" I

giving the man a sharp look. "He's the reason I almost

Evangeline.

Mason's rage toward this

man had been a spy, explaining how

Mason know? And

fuck

have little patience." Mason gently pushed me aside and turned back to the man. "Tell me everything

nodded, realizing he'd been torturing him for information. But judging by the man's smirk and defiant glare,

it! Stop talking nonsense!" the man

he spat on Mason again, I lost my patience and punched him hard with my

confirming

I said, grabbing his hair and yanking him toward me.