Chapter 158: The Traitor’s Identity

"What's wrong? Are you afraid people will find out how you planned to bring down the Greensmiths?" I asked, recalling the video I had seen.

Simon wasn't able to answer.

I smirked. "How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?"

His agreement with the Greensmiths and our contract were the same. He was willing to betray their trust for his political ambitions, and I was willing to break our deal for personal reasons. If I was going down, I'd take him and Azrael with me.

"Remember our bloody contract," he said, and I grinned.

I knew it. That was always his go-to threat. He thought he had me trapped by my promise-my life in exchange for my mother's safety.

But I had already planned my escape. Soon, I would get Mom away from him.

"No one can kill me because I'm the only one who knows the card's location," I said firmly. "And if she dies, I'll kill myself."

"No. You won't," Simon said-as if he was trying to convince himself.

I leaned my face toward him, a devilish smirk escaping from my lips. "Yes, I will."

After that, I walked out of his office.

Some members were about to greet me, but when they saw I wasn't in the mood, they silently returned to their tasks.

Fuck it. If I had known he would treat me like that, I wouldn't have come.

To release my frustration, I headed to the training room to clear my mind and make a quick call to Finnick.

"Are you there already?" I asked as soon as Finnick answered the call.

But I didn't need his reply anymore upon hearing Chiara giggling on the other line.

"It feels nice to be back, Mommy!" she said cheerfully. "Promise me that you and Daddy will follow us here, okay?"

course," I replied. "Take care, okay?

the last thing I said before hanging

I decided to move the

was making his move, and Simon was fighting against me for that card. Too bad for them-I now had a backup plan, and I have more people helping

"You're free to do whatever you want. No

news

missions anymore. I don't need to risk my life on the line as

I was still in the hideout. "Thank you. I'll

slipped the phone into my bag and stared

is good,"

gun, but someone

Kesha said, the gun pointing directly

eyes

playful smirk curved her lips. Slowly, the corners of her mouth lifted as she watched my

Kesha asked, tilting her forehead.

understand why she was pointing her gun at me, why her presence was filled with rage when all I'd ever done was be kind to her and give her what she wanted. Out of everyone

But not anymore.

I clenched my

my organization-the very reason Azrael was always

traitor who

darkly. "I never told you to trust me. That was your

see it in her eyes. She's no longer

was her true self, and

I was stronger than before. Nothing

higher. "Now it all makes sense why I couldn't find any solid intel on Azrael. It was

her for favors. While Tanner always delivered results, Kesha

blocking my efforts. I'd

job, Sapphire." She clapped mockingly, clearly amused. "And now, I'll be the

the one who trained you." I rolled my neck, stretching

I felt this kind of thrill-the urge to kill ignited within me

put the gun down," I ordered, motioning toward the weapon

in your skills,

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