Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Days later, I buried myself in work. Again.

"Fuck," I cursed, snapping my neck as I sat on the couch.

I read through some documents in my right hand while holding an iced coffee in my left.

I was trying to trace the impostor's whereabouts and dig into my past-a task I dreaded-using Kesha's help.

Unfortunately, this man had advanced skills that even Kesha couldn't match. I'd anticipated this, so I wasn't too disappointed when she informed me she couldn't find anything about him. He even had a mask that could replicate someone else's face. How advanced could his systems be?

"Hey." Evangeline snapped me out of my thoughts, tossing her red pen at me. "You're fighting again? But you literally fucked each other last time-"

I didn't let her finish as I raised my iced coffee, warning her with a glare that I wouldn't hesitate to pour it on her if she said one more wrong word.

"Don't start with me," I said sharply, giving her a pointed look.

She just laughed and raised her hands in mock surrender.

Was this a side effect of her recent hospital stay? And considering Haze was the one frequently watching over her, it seemed like she'd picked up his attitude in no time.

"Fine," she muttered, sitting next to me and peering at the document I was reading. "Another mission? I thought nothing interested you anymore?"

"This is from Simon," I explained, lifting the paper slightly.

It was an easy mission. Like before, we'd retrieve a document, and thankfully, there'd be no killing involved.

I may be frustrated, but I wasn't in the mood for bloodshed today. The twins' birthday was coming up this weekend.

I didn't want to stir up any trouble, especially with such a special occasion approaching. But I couldn't deny I was glad to finally have something to do.

Financial statements and business proposals couldn't hold my interest forever.

"Finally. I missed being in the field," I said with a sigh of relief.

"You're just looking for a distraction," she countered, earning a raised brow from me. "Fine. I'll shut up."

"Good."

It didn't take long before we were ready for the mission. Like before, our target was in a hotel. I was to retrieve a flash drive and deliver it to Simon.

This time, I wanted to avoid any unnecessary moves and be extra cautious. The flash drive contained evidence of Simon's corruption and was in the possession of Senator Windwood's ally. "The twins' birthday is around the corner," I muttered, reminding myself not to lose control today.

I knew they sometimes felt neglected because I was often unavailable, but I hoped they'd understand one day that I only had their best interests in mind.

Now I stood in front of the hotel, dressed in a black suit with a rope in hand.

Kesha was handling the CCTV and security. Luna was stationed in the lobby, Rain was disguised as a janitor, and Finnick acted as the lookout.

Speaking of Finnick, he hadn't spoken a word to me when we met earlier. I remembered calling him nonstop after the accident, but he seemed indifferent. Shaking off the distracting thoughts, I focused on the mission.

"I'll head up," I informed the team, gripping the rope tightly as I started my climb.

Since Senator Windwood's death, other politicians have tightened their security. This meant I had to execute this mission flawlessly.

Everything was going according to plan.

"Clear. No one's on the top floor, L," Kesha confirmed.

Smirking, I slipped through the window Kesha had disabled the alarms for.

Without wasting time, I searched for the flash drive.

"Where could it be?" I muttered, placing a hand on my chin.novelbin

Senator William loved food, according to the documents. I often saw him snacking on chocolates during news interviews while reading papers. "Hurry up, L. Senator William is on his way with company," Luna warned, making me panic.

You can do this, Sapphire.

I paced back and forth, trying to figure out the hiding spot. Simon was certain it was in this unit, so I had to trust him.

"Still can't find it?" Rain asked through the earpiece.

Closing my eyes in frustration, I considered his hobbies-perhaps the fridge or a food container?

"Wait..."

I stopped as my eyes landed on the fridge. I approached, opening it to find it stocked with chocolate drinks, not the alcohol I expected.

After rummaging through the contents, I noticed a mini ice cream container that had expired months ago.

Opening it, I grimaced.

There it was-the flash drive, sealed in plastic.

Stuffing it into my pocket, I cursed at the sticky mess on my hand.

"Mission accomplished. I'm heading out-"

I couldn't finish my sentence as Finnick interrupted.

"There's a helicopter circling the top floor."

"What?"

I rushed to the window, cursing under my breath at the sight of the helicopter's spotlight scanning the building.

Fuck. I barely managed to pull the rope off the terrace in time before it could be seen. Pressing my back against the wall, I thought through my options.

No events were scheduled at the hotel, so any sighting of me would raise suspicion, especially since I hadn't entered through the reception.

"It looks like a surprise inspection, and it doesn't seem like they're leaving anytime soon," Finnick added, his voice laced with worry.

Damn it. Wiping the remnants of ice cream on my shirt, I massaged my forehead in frustration.

"It's safer to go outside. What's the situation there, K?"

"No one's outside," Kesha confirmed. "Just move quickly."

"Senator William is on his way up," Luna added. "You need to escape. I couldn't stop them despite trying to talk to them."

"I'm your backup, though I'm on the second-to-last floor," Rain whispered. "They didn't let me go up since someone was already assigned to clean that floor. This feels creepier than expected." Right.

Though I wanted to respond, I held back to avoid worrying them further. As their leader, I needed to boost morale, not crush it.

Taking one last deep breath, I steeled myself to exit the room.

I had no weapons except for my killer heels. I needed to avoid any security encounters.

"Fuck, Kesha!"

But it seemed I'd jinxed myself. Bullets rained down on me, forcing me back into the room.

"Why?" Kesha asked, confused by my outburst.

I'd forgotten the rule about using code names during missions.

"What do you mean there's no one?!" I yelled, clutching the wound on my right arm. "I'm surrounded! Are you trying to get me killed?!"

"What? It's not... What the hell is happening?" I heard Kesha panic on the other end of the line.

Her ragged breathing was clear even as I clutched my chest.

People dressed in security uniforms and armed with guns were surrounding me. I couldn't understand why they were just waiting for me to come out when they could storm in right now. The alarms hadn't gone off. There were no guards when we entered the building. Nothing suspicious hindered our mission-until now.

In an instant, the tables had turned, and I was the one trapped. Why did it feel like I'd been outplayed in my own plan?