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.

him and focused on

called, turning his attention to their other

nor the girl seemed to care about their public display of affection, with her soft moans echoing as

Haze paused just long enough to snap back, "What? I'm busy

pleasure as Haze's hand roamed across her body. Azrael

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

change in his friends since Azrael entered their lives. Both Haze and Ash had become more

wasn't a saint himself-none of them were, being heirs to powerful mafia organizations-but he believed there

to revel in

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

he never had. Azrael, in

asked Ash

nodded without

he was undoubtedly the

seem like it. Every time he's around, it feels

eyes snapped up, glaring at Mason. His tone

him just because of

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

attitude appealed to Haze, who admired his carefree nature. But Mason couldn't

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a bar, Azrael groped a woman,

tried to intervene, only for Azrael

should expect this, right? Why come here if

Mason

taking another sip of

that? He's

his fists, frustration boiling within him. He knew trying

you, Ash,' he thought grimly. 'It's only

last time Mason and Ash had