Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 150: Until One Of Us Is Gone

"Can you leave for a moment? I want to be alone," I requested.

Mason nodded and walked out of the room.

Alone, I let myself be vulnerable, tears streaming down my face. I leaned back on the couch and covered my eyes with one arm.

My sobs echoed through the empty room. Just when I thought I could have a normal life and return to him, the world slammed me with the reality that we could never be together. He hates me, and I can't change that. Not when what he believes is true.

Should I explain what really happened that night?

"Right. I should," I told myself as I reached for my phone and called him. But a realization hit me, like a bucket of cold water pouring over me.

It shouldn't be Ash I called.

It was Azrael.

Unbeknownst to me, I was already dialing Azrael's number using the one he recently used to contact me, but he wasn't answering.

Instead of calling again, I texted him to meet me at dinnertime. I planned when and where we would meet.

I had no dirty tricks up my sleeve. Now that I knew it was Azrael I was up against, I realized I needed to be careful.

He's a Coleman, after all. He knows the ins and outs of the mafia, has countless connections, and I'm sure he has many cards left to play.

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Now, here I am at the restaurant. It's been ten minutes since I started waiting, but I trust my instincts. I know he'll show up.

the waiter approached,

you when I'm ready to

wasn't able to finish my sentence when

chair in front of me as he sat

again. If I didn't

told him with a smirk. "You look good with my lover's

was a backhanded compliment, but he didn't seem to

amazing these days," he said smugly, touching his cheek. "And I badly missed how you called

at his reflection in the window, and his grin grew wider as if

Do I make you feel a certain way?

words made me want to puke. Fucking

of who he was." Azrael's

might have Ash's face,

hard for me to tell them apart,

the waiter had left. "Ash is just my

eyebrow in mock surprise. My lips

man you want to be with? Someone who does nothing but obey me?" Azrael added to

my hand resting on the table, lightly caressing the back of my palm. I didn't pull away, and his grin grew wider, thinking I welcomed his touch. "Don't you want to be a queen?" he asked, his tone encouraging. "That's what you deserve. You'll be my queen, and you'll

my hand away. "You're still as crazy as ever,

eyes widened, stunned by my words. Did he really think I'll fall for his tricks like what I

like a king, has the power to rule,"

bitch," he muttered and clenched his

shut up?" I asked,

me. He wanted someone to add to his collection, someone he could treat

shouldn't exist. They'd do anything to get what they want, even if it meant stepping on

children with him. Just thinking about those fucking kids makes my blood boil." Hearing that nearly made me lose my composure. "Don't you dare lay a finger