Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

When I arrived, instead of seeing my team, Mason was already there, as if he had been waiting for me.noveldrama

"Mason... are you going to drag me out of here again?" I asked him, but he didn't answer.

Instead, he just stared at me, hands tucked into his pockets. His cold gaze felt like a wordless message I didn't want to hear.

"I want to fight!" I told him, my tone firm.

"And both of you will die?" he retorted sarcastically. "What about your kids?"

Wait-How did he know about that? Did Evangeline tell him already?

"You-" I wanted to confront him, but I couldn't finish my sentence.

"Do you trust him?" Mason asked as he walked over, grabbed my shoulders, and made me look at him.

"I-I do," I stammered.

I trust Ash, but I'm terrified of losing him again. Five years apart was too long. We weren't getting any younger. I wanted to spend the remaining years of my life with him. "Then prove it," he said before grabbing my hand, intent on pulling me out of there.

Even though I was already armed to face Azrael, he was determined to stop me.

"You may not realize it, but you've been saving Ash all these years," Mason said, and that made me feel a pang of pain in my stomach. "Let him save you again this time."

***

Meanwhile, Azrael was at a loss when he saw the news about the SD card on TV.

He knew Sapphire had given it to Ash, but he hadn't managed to intercept it before Ash discreetly handed it over to a journalist seeking exclusive news.

He also knew Kesha, his woman, had been killed by Sapphire. Kesha had been his best asset, yet Sapphire had killed her without hesitation.

Cursing himself, Azrael braced for the possible scolding from his accomplice-someone who shared his twisted ideals and would sacrifice anyone to achieve their goals. "You had one job, and you still messed it up?!" Simon's voice rang out on the other end of the call.

Azrael smirked despite the reprimand, unsurprised by Simon's willingness to betray anyone for his ambitions.

Simon, on the other hand, knew his actions would make everyone hate him-even his own son. But it didn't matter anymore.

"Kill Sapphire," Simon commanded with cold authority. "It was a mistake. Letting her live was foolish. I want her dead for humiliating our family."

"Alright." Azrael smirked as he ended the call, seeing this as the sign he had been waiting for.

But as he reached for his gun, his eyes widened-someone had taken it.

"Ash..." he muttered, smirking in shock as Ash stepped into the room, pointing the gun directly at his head.

"Long time no see, Azrael," Ash greeted mockingly, cracking his neck. "This is the end for you."

Azrael's grin widened, raising his hands in feigned surrender. He found it amusing that his "dog" was rebelling against him.

Though seemingly cornered, Azrael thought otherwise. "Do you really think you can beat me so easily?"

In an instant, his armed men surrounded Ash. Ash was caught off guard, thinking Azrael had been alone.

It was evident Azrael had planned for this encounter. But so had Ash.

In seconds, Ash's mafia and Sapphire's team arrived, matching Azrael's forces. It would be a long battle, but it would be worth it.

"Boys, leave no one alive," Azrael ordered coldly. "Kill them all."

***

Blood. Death. Pain.

Those were the only things reigning now in Azrael's secret hideout, where he stayed while orchestrating his plans or training the men he had pulled from the blacklisted special forces. He didn't just recruit anyone. Azrael hadn't worked this hard to entrust his life to incompetent people.

But Ash was no different. Though he hadn't known some of his men due to his long absence, that didn't mean they had lost their loyalty to him.

When Ash proved to his people that he was the true heir of the Coleman Mafia-a claim seconded by Silver-they pledged to protect him and obey his every command.

That was the start of the war between the cousins-one willing to die to protect his family and the other willing to kill to get what he wanted.

"I never thought it would come to this, Ash," Azrael said as he grabbed the knife strapped to his leg. "We should have been allies, so why are you fighting me now?" "Because you messed with someone you should never have touched," Ash said in a low tone.

They were in a far distance, so they aren't fighting yet.

Ash handed his gun to Finnick, who was beside him. Afterward, Finnick went back to the fray, seamlessly fighting as his training specialized him in firearms.

This skill had once caught Simon's attention, who was desperate to recruit him, but Finnick chose to work for Sapphire instead.

"Hey, traitor," Azrael greeted Finnick with a laugh. "Don't you regret it? If you had joined me, your life would've been much better now." Finnick sneered.

"My life is far better because I'm doing the right thing, Azrael," he replied, smirking as he shot two assailants about to attack them.

He handled it with ease, having grown accustomed to such battles since his time in the special forces.

Though he could've served under Azrael, it was Sapphire who changed his mind. She was the one he wanted to protect, even if she didn't love him back.

"Fucking stupid," Azrael retorted, shaking his head.

His gaze swept over the battlefield, a grin forming on his lips, seeing the dead and the wounded people scattered everywhere.

Both sides were formidable, including the Coleman Mafia. Azrael had witnessed how Silver trained their men to be protectors.

This was why Azrael wanted the Coleman Mafia for himself. It suited someone like him-a man unafraid to sacrifice everything for what he desired.

"I need to go," Finnick said, patting Ash's shoulder when he heard Luna screaming in the distance.

Finnick rushed to help Luna and Rain, who lay coughing blood on the ground.

"Rain..." Finnick reached them, fighting off four attackers simultaneously.

Luna, though shaken, continued to fight. But they were heavily outnumbered, and their enemies weren't ordinary fighters.

'This was dangerous.' Finnick thought with concern as he saw Ash and Azrael enter a room, preparing for a one-on-one battle.

***

"This will be our first and last fight," Azrael declared, stretching out his arms. "You know how it works in the mafia, Ash. This won't end until one of us is dead."

Ash smirked without replying. He was well aware-every mafia operated under the same brutal rules.

No one leaves alive, especially a traitor.

Their fight began with Azrael throwing his dagger, wanting to fight without any weapons.

Though Azrael had a solid defense, he took the offensive, his physical strength evident. He rarely flinched, even when punched.

Azrael had honed this resilience over the years-a stark contrast to Ash's weak defense and low pain tolerance.

But Ash was quick and precise, his specialty lying in firearms, not hand-to-hand combat. Haze, his reckless friend, was better at brawling and fighting.

Still, Ash was determined to keep his promise: to end this battle once and for all.