Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

The next morning, I went to Simon's office at the hideout. As expected, he was already there, working his ass off. "Hey," I greeted, settling onto the couch.

I crossed my legs and arms, not breaking my gaze from him. He simply raised a brow at my intense stare.

"Now that I'm here, what do you need?" I asked, cutting to the chase, remembering that he also wanted to meet me before.

"Did anything strange occur when you were doing the mission?" he asked directly, mirroring my bluntness. "Like... your first love coming back to you?"

I could say I was surprised, but deep down, I'd been expecting this. Almost everyone in the mafia was loyal to him. This moment confirmed what Evangeline had told me: there was a mole in my team. I'd have to root them out before they wrecked everything for me... and for my plans.

"None of your business," I said, trying to keep my tone polite, though it came out sarcastic.

He slammed the files he was holding onto the desk and glared at me. "You are my business, child. Just make sure you don't go running back to him."

I smirked. He was so worried about his organization. Who else would clean up his messes if I left and went with Ash?

I didn't reply. Instead, I shifted the conversation to what I'd come here for-This time, it's my turn.

"Have you ever treated anyone as a friend?" I asked.

"No. Everyone is an enemy." He answered without a moment's hesitation.

And that was it.

I immediately stormed out of the office, fully aware he was now suspicious of my behavior, but I didn't care anymore. I knew I was far from perfect, but I valued my relationships. Betraying someone close to me was unthinkable.

Every second I spent near him made me see how vile he truly was. It wasn't good for me-or for the people I intended to spend my life with.

I was terrified of becoming like the monster who created me. Truly, I was.

THE DANCING lights greeted me as I entered the new bar I found online. It wasn't too close to the hideout where Evangeline could find me instantly, but also not too far that I couldn't make it home afterward. I came here because I wanted to drink-and maybe try something different.

"Don't you have anything stronger?" I asked the bartender, who was busy mixing drinks for other customers. "This tastes like garbage."

After saying that, I poured the rest of the drink onto the man sitting beside me. Someone who, unfortunately for him, recognized me.

He was one of my father's pawns. That automatically made him one of mine as well, didn't it?

He didn't complain, and wiped his head with a handkerchief instead. As far as I knew, he was one of the men tasked with cleaning up my father's messes.

This guy told me he'd been assigned to take care of me. As if I needed anyone's concern. Damn them all.

"Sorry, ma'am," the bartender muttered before quickly whipping up another drink.

He'd better make this one stronger and tastier. Otherwise, I might not just pour it on someone next time-I might smash the glass into his face. I wouldn't even hesitate.

Soon enough, he handed me another drink. I took a sip and was pleasantly surprised. It still tastes fucking bad.

"Hey," I called out to the bartender.

I threw the glass toward him, watching as he flinched in surprise. I missed him on purpose.

"Black Label. Now," I ordered, pouring the frustration out of my voice.

The bartender was shaking so much that he couldn't even move, his eyes darting to avoid mine. Meanwhile, the man beside me quietly continued wiping his head. I didn't bother knowing his name. Puppets didn't need names.

Finally, the bartender handed me a bottle and a fresh glass. I poured a drink, savoring the bitterness mixed with a refreshing aftertaste. This was what I looked for in alcohol-something to dull my thoughts and let me forget.

I started drinking one glass after another. I wanted to drown in this temporary pleasure, knowing it would fade when I woke up. The music was too loud, and the stares from people around me were starting to irritate me. What began as an enjoyable seat at the bar had turned into a chore. I needed space. Maybe I'd book a room upstairs.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

"Come with me," I told the man beside me as I stood up. "I have something to discuss."

He watched me with a piercing gaze.

I walked to the second floor, the man trailing behind me. On the way, I passed an open room and couldn't help but glance inside. A couple was in there, making out shamelessly. The man was pounding into the woman, her screams a mix of pain and pleasure.

A flicker of heat ignited in me, but I pushed it aside.

I entered an empty room-Room 203-and the man followed me inside. As soon as he shut the door, he began to ask, "What is i-?"

He didn't get to finish. I punched him square in the face with all my strength, ensuring he'd be knocked out cold. The big guy crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from his nose.

My right hand throbbed from the impact, the bones likely bruised.

"Nightlight Club, Room 203. I need a cleanup here. ASAP," I said, calling Finnick. "Don't call me when you arrive. I want to spend my night in peace."

I ended the call and smirked, flexing my sore hand. The pain was worth it. Now I could do whatever I wanted without someone watching me. Maybe I'd drink more. Maybe I'd find someone to fuck.

And I did. Moments later, I was on the dance floor, swaying my hips as I held a glass of alcohol in my hand. I poured it over my chest, earning cheers from the crowd, especially the men. My vision was almost spinning, and my whole body was heating up as I walked back to the countertop. I wanted to sit down for a while, but then, I bumped into someone else. "Damn..." I cursed in a whisper when I realized that this someone could be my man for tonight.

Both my hands were on his chest, while his hands were on my wrists. I looked at his hands and bit my lower lip when I noticed how veiny they were.

I wonder what it would feel like if he finger fuck me later.

I don't know if I was intoxicated by the alcohol I drank... or his presence. Instead of stepping away, I pushed myself closer to the man I didn't even know. "You smell nice," I told him in a seductive tone. "Wanna come with me?"

I won't accept no as an answer.

"Sapphire."

I blinked dreamily as I looked up to see his face, only to find out that the man I was shamelessly hugging was the guy I shouldn't be near in the first place. Oh, fuck. It's Ash.