Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

I tried to laugh, but he didn't even smile back at me. I just shook my head, lowered my gun, and placed my hand on the armchair.

"I'm sure you didn't call me here just to lecture me. What is it this time?"

Please, not another mission. I want to rest.

"I don't like how the mission was carried out, but the good thing is you were able to retrieve the file. So, I'm giving you another mission."

Fuck. My plans are ruined again. I was supposed to go somewhere after this. In my frustration, I bit my lower lip.

Just when will these suicide missions stop?

"This time, you need to kill someone cleanly," he said softly but firmly. "I want you to do it yourself, and I want the mission to be clean. I won't tolerate even the slightest mistake." "Got it," I replied, bored.

I approached him and took the folder from the desk. It wasn't my first time being assigned a mission like this. I'm used to killing people, but mostly, I choose who I kill.

Sad to say, I wouldn't kill the person in the folder.

"Haze would probably kill me," I said in disbelief.

This person is a famous politician, and as far as I know, he's a friend of the Coleman family. If I go up against him, the Greensmith family will probably retaliate.

Is he crazy? Why would I kill someone as rich and powerful as Senator Windwood?

"He's a close friend of the Colemans," he replied, raising an eyebrow. It was like my earlier thoughts were suddenly changing. "You wanted to take your revenge. This is such a good step for you to do that." "Oh, I'll take care of it, then."

I'll just tell Haze it was an accident, or I'll let someone else take the blame. Or maybe I'll set Hariette up with him when he gets mad at me-after all, he's crazy about that woman.

"Anyway, just to make sure, Simon-" He looked at me angrily and shot at my side again, so I immediately pulled back. "Fine, Dad. Do you still remember the contract?"

I wanted to make sure. I wasn't doing all this work for him without asking for something in return. I just wanted to make sure he wouldn't cheat me on what we agreed on.

He pulled the lowest drawer open and pulled something out. It was a red folder. He opened it in front of me, and I saw our signatures.

It was a blood signature. A deadly seal, because once one party breaches the contract, their life becomes the punishment.

I nodded before placing the gun back in my waistband.

"That's good," I said as I clapped and smiled sarcastically. "And just for you to know, I still haven't forgiven you."

"I'm not apologizing, though," he grinned as he aimed the gun at me, from my head down to my feet. "Look at you. A worthy investment. So whatever I did to your mom before, I have no regrets... because you're my prize." I just wanted to lash out. His expression was bold... and true to his words, I couldn't see any regret in anything he said.

"Fucker..." I murmured as I closed my eyes and calmed myself down. "Shut the fuck up."

I need more patience.

Just wait, Simon. One day, that arrogance will be gone, and so will that smirk of yours as I take your life.

But my thoughts vanished immediately when he suddenly spoke. His words weren't what I expected.

"You're starting to act like me. Can't you see?" he said. "And that's what you need to succeed. Continue that, and you'll be free."

He has no right to say that. But instead of answering, I left the office and went to the training room.

Every time I pull the trigger and shoot at the target board, I curse Simon. That's the only way I can relieve stress.

It would probably be better if Ash were my practice target.

Damn it, no matter what I think about, I still remember him. It makes me insane. I just sighed deeply and was about to set the gun aside when suddenly, someone appeared beside me.

"What happened-oh, wow. Fuck," Evangeline said, her eyes wide as she raised both her hands.

In her right hand, she was holding a katana. She's not really into guns. She prefers throwing knives over bullets.

I do find that inconvenient, though. But it seems like she never runs out of daggers on different parts of her body. Aside from that, she always throws them accurately.

"You and Haze are the same. Do you really like scaring me?" I asked irritably before lowering my gun.

I removed the magazine and placed it on the table next to me. The folder Simon gave me earlier was also there, so I picked it up before heading out of the practice room and lying down on the white couch.

I do have a mission to execute, but I don't have a plan yet. I'm contemplating two things: Haze killing me for killing one of their accomplices, and Simon doing something terrible because I failed to follow his orders. Instead of resting, here I am, being consumed with worries. I placed the folder on my chest before putting my right arm over my eyes and closing them. I badly need rest... or even just a little reflection. Should I really do this? Kill Senator Windwood?

If I kill Senator Windwood, the Rutherford Organization's policies will definitely be shaken. I found out earlier that he's part of their legal team, though. He's one of those who conceal their illegal businesses. Same with the Greensmith Organization. F. uck. I wonder if Haze will torture me once he finds out I killed one of his most trusted men.

"What is it? You seem deep in thought." Evangeline sat in front of me, crossing her legs. "Mason misses you already. Aren't you going to visit the company?"

It's been months since I last saw him. We were both so busy with our own things that neither of us could adjust. Our schedules never matched.

"I will, after I do this," I answered before standing up, throwing the folder at her. Evangeline's eyes widened when she saw its color.

Red-which means a difficult mission.novelbin

Evangeline hastily opened it. It seemed like she had been curious about what my next mission would be.

"I don't know when he'll get tired of putting my life in danger," I said, before pulling out my phone. "Is this his way of eliminating me? How petty."

I connected to the Parker website. This is one of Kesha's suggestions to prevent us from being easily hacked by outsiders.

Speaking of Kesha, she sent me some information about Senator Windwood earlier. That guy is disgusting. He may look reputable and kind on the outside, probably because he's a politician and people clean up his mess, but the things he does outside the government are intolerable.