Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 144: The Other Friend

Mason and Haze had met Azrael during their junior high years. Ash had introduced him, and soon enough, Azrael became a regular in their outings and training sessions.

At first, Mason didn't care much-he wasn't overly selective about friends-but something about Azrael always rubbed him the wrong way.

Mason could sense Azrael had ulterior motives for being around them.

"Why don't you just transfer to Ash's school?" Haze teased Azrael one day as they played cards. "Can't afford the tuition?"

"Idiot," Azrael laughed, throwing a card that landed on Haze's cheek. "I have someone to keep an eye on here."

"A girl, huh?" Haze asked with a mischievous wiggle of his eyebrows.

Azrael just grinned in response. That grin gave Mason chills. It was one of the many suspicious things about him.

Why would a Coleman choose a public school when he could easily afford an international one?

After all, Azrael was Ash's cousin, a powerful member of the Coleman family.

The problem was, Azrael attended the same school as Sapphire. And Mason knew just how notorious Azrael was with women. A nagging fear clawed at him-what if Sapphire was the girl Azrael was referring to? Mason wasn't exaggerating when he said Sapphire could easily captivate anyone.

To ensure Azrael wouldn't harm her, Mason kept a close watch on him. He tolerated his presence, despite the discomfort it caused him.

"Not drinking, Mason?" Azrael asked him during a gathering at Ash's garden. "What a waste; I bought all this booze."

Mason grimaced as he glanced at Azrael, whose disheveled hair, half-unbuttoned shirt, kiss marks scattered across his neck, and flushed cheeks screamed indulgence. The table was littered with empty bottles. "Pass," Mason declined curtly, shaking his head.

He had other priorities-namely, checking on Sapphire to make sure she got home safely. Even though she hid it well, Mason knew she still carried trauma from her kidnapping by their father. Watching over her had become second nature.

Besides, he had no desire to drink, especially not with Azrael.

"You're such a killjoy," Azrael snapped, muttering curses under his breath while running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

and focused on

turning his

in plain view. Neither Haze nor the girl seemed to care about their public display of affection, with her soft moans echoing as Haze trailed kisses down her neck.

long enough to snap back,

girl whimpered in pleasure as Haze's hand roamed across her body. Azrael merely laughed, taking

the girls, huh, Haze? Don't think you're

friends since Azrael entered their lives. Both Haze and Ash had become more reckless, with an increasing

saint himself-none of them were, being heirs to powerful mafia organizations-but he believed

revel in crossing

bad influence; he was dangerous. Mason couldn't shake the feeling that

the brother he never had. Azrael, in turn, exploited Ash's trust, manipulating him into

really your cousin?" Mason asked Ash one evening, suspicion lacing his

phone, nodded without

was truly a Coleman, he was undoubtedly the black

Every time he's

snapped up, glaring at

good person. Don't judge him just because of what you see."

not judging him for what I see. I'm judging him for what I

appealed to Haze, who admired his carefree nature. But Mason couldn't ignore Azrael's

***

a bar, Azrael groped a woman, laughing

to intervene, only for Azrael to dismiss him with

is a bar. She should expect this, right? Why come here if she doesn't want to be

Mason told Ash

shrugged, taking another sip

wrong with that? He's right," Ash

his fists, frustration boiling within him. He knew trying to argue

loyalty to your cousin will destroy you, Ash,' he thought grimly.

the last time Mason and Ash