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.

doing here?"

look like I care about that shit,

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

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," he said, smiling faintly

I nodded

time he comforted me when I cried back in college. He still gave

silently urged me to trust him, even when I didn't

the first time I'd seen him so angry. He hated violence and blood, but something must have pushed him to this point. "Who the hell is your boss?" Mason rested

behind

you the orders?" he added, removing the gag

answering, the man spat on

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 the bat, ready to strike the man's

his arm, stopping

dropped to my shirt, which had slipped slightly, revealing part of

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 asked,

spy," Mason replied firmly, giving the man a sharp

Evangeline.

alone explained Mason's

heart felt like it shattered. This man had been a spy, explaining how our

know? And why didn't

the fuck was sabotaging

little patience." Mason gently pushed me aside and turned back

realizing he'd been torturing him for information. But judging by the man's smirk

Stop talking nonsense!"

Mason again, I lost my patience

confirming the strength of my

hair and yanking