Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Haze raised his hands in mock surrender, forcing a nervous smile. "Chill. No need to get so worked up!"

He let out an awkward laugh, but I didn't so much as smirk. Nothing about my ex-boyfriend-and now my sworn enemy-was funny to me.

I rolled my eyes and holstered my gun, ignoring the whispers behind me as I walked away. I went to the bathroom and sat in my gold bathtub, trying to drown my thoughts in the warm water.

I thought I wanted to die-because even after all these years, remembering the past still killed me. No matter how I distracted myself, every time I was alone, my mind would drift back to him. Ash.

My hand moved to my core, fingers sliding over sensitive skin. As much as I hated him, I couldn't stop thinking about the way he used to fuck me senseless.

"Damn you," I whispered, my fingers moving faster, trying to chase the release I'd been craving all day.

I hated myself for thinking about him, but I didn't stop.

"Ah... shit, Ash," I moaned, my legs trembling as I pushed myself over the edge.

The moment I finished, my phone rang. Perfect timing.

I was about to turn it off when I saw who was calling. I sighed. Ignoring this caller wasn't an option.

"Hello, Dad?" I said, my voice steady despite my frustration.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

"I have a new mission for you," Simon Parker said curtly, before hanging up without letting me say another word.

Just like that, I was reminded of the life I'd chosen-and the responsibilities that came with it.

WE HAVE an operation that's about to start any minute. It's a rush job, so here I am in the training room, adjusting my clothes while inspecting the guns I'm taking with me today.

I'm wearing a leather long-sleeved shirt with six buttons in the front, paired with leather pants and black leather boots. I probably look like I'm heading to a funeral, but that's fitting because blood will spill wherever I go.

"Is it working, Kesha?" I asked one of our hackers, using the earpiece now clipped to my right ear. "Tell me if you can hear me."

Kesha is one of my favorite people in the Parker Organization. She handles all the tech and computer-related work-the stuff I can't be bothered to learn.

Just looking at her coding makes me feel sick. It's not that I couldn't master it; I simply don't want to.

"Copy, ma'am," she said through the earpiece. I smiled briefly before turning it off.

The operation is set to take place at a luxury hotel. If Dad had given me a heads-up earlier, I could've prepared better. I haven't had proper sleep in weeks, yet here I am again, risking my life for a mission whose purpose I don't even fully understand.

Ah, right. This is my purpose, after all. I'm the heir to this organization, and missions like these are why I was chosen. Simon Parker doesn't want Mason doing these things, yet when it comes to me, he doesn't hesitate in the slightest. "You ready?" Evangeline asked as she threw one of her daggers at a dartboard. "Mission after mission-no wonder you're bloodthirsty," she added, throwing another dagger.

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Every throw hit the center, causing some of the daggers to fall to the ground.

She was here in the training room, too, waiting for a call from her team before heading out. I don't know why she prefers being here instead of their own hideout. She might as well change her last name to Parker at this rate. "More than ready, bitch," I said, winking at her. "These operations are easy. If only I had enough sleep. Fuck that bastard." I referred to Simon.

"Simon might drop by," Evangeline teased, glancing at her phone. "You better not regret what you said."

"If I cared, I wouldn't be here in the first place." I chuckled.

I can't stand even the way he breathes. How could I care about anything else he does? His existence is enough to repulse me.

The fact that he's my father and the one who trained me to be like this still makes my skin crawl. But I asked for this, didn't I?

I grabbed the gun resting on the table and secured it at my waist. I let my favorite gun rest, and brought my Glock 19 pistol instead.

I love its size; it's easy to conceal. My client will never see it coming when I kill them with this beauty.

And yes, I call the people my father orders me to kill "clients." No particular reason-it just sounds nice.

"Tanner is calling you," I teased Evangeline as I walked over to where she stood, her phone ringing with his name displayed on the screen.

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It's ironic how the nerdy guy from our university ended up being the Varlett Organization's key hacker. I never thought he was that brilliant. If I'd known, I would've recruited him first.

Too bad-and too interesting-that Evangeline managed to get him despite their rocky history co-hosting events back then.

"Stop," she warned, rolling her eyes. "I have to go. Best of luck," she said, offering a fist bump but pulling her hand back quickly.

"Wait, did you sanitize your hands? There might still be germs from... you know."

"I did." I rolled my eyes.

I still don't understand how she manages to kill people while acting like this. She's disgusted by me but not by the blood of her own victims? Weird.

"What about Haze?" I teased, smirking. "He might get jealous now that you have Tanner in your life."

"Do you even hear yourself? Ew, Haze and I broke up ages ago!" she snapped, her face scrunching up in disgust. "I can't even believe I agreed to that weird arrangement with him..."

I don't know the details of their so-called arrangement. All I know is one day, they were suddenly a thing. They weren't the typical couple, though.

If Evangeline threw daggers at Haze, he'd snap a handkerchief on her arm hard enough to leave marks.

Being around them was never peaceful. I'm glad they broke up because I knew from the start it wouldn't work out. They're too similar-moody, manipulative, and hot-headed.

"At least you learned your lesson," I said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Some relationships just don't work out, no matter how hard you try."

Just like what happened to me.