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.

come after me if he finds out what you're doing here?" I

fucking look like I care about

to his face. Yet there was no fear

hands, sticky 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 what happened to you last night,"

I nodded too, stepping

comforted me when I cried back in college. He

eyes silently urged me to trust him, even when

but something must have pushed him to this point. "Who the hell is your boss?" Mason

stood behind him,

the orders?" he added, removing the gag

of answering, the man spat on Mason's

close 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

easy to talk to." Mason grinned and raised

his arm, stopping

to my shirt,

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

sharp

Evangeline.

alone explained Mason's

had been a spy,

Mason know? And

the fuck was sabotaging

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

torturing him for information. But judging by

Stop talking nonsense!" the man

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

confirming

grabbing his hair and yanking him toward me. "How