Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"He wouldn't like it. You know what happened in the past," Mason explained. "Sapphire was like a time bomb and a gem at the same time. They can use her or dispose of her."

Use her? Dispose of her? What the hell.

I glared at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Sapphire isn't something they can claim or dispose of." I clenched my fists, feeling a sudden anger. "I won't let that happen, Mason. You know what I'm capable of, so for god's sake, trust your sister."

If he weren't Sapphire's brother, I probably would've punched him already.

"I trust her, but not you," he said without hesitation.

Well, that's understandable.

I just shrugged before typing a text to Sapphire.

[How are you, love? Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll be there soon.]

She's online but hasn't looked at my messages. I don't know if she's okay.

When I researched pregnancy, I learned it wasn't easy. Maybe she's experiencing symptoms or something.

"I can't wait anymore, damn it." I stood up and tried to open the door, but it was locked. "When will you open this? I have an important appointment!"

It was Sapphire-the dinner, and the time I was supposed to pick her up. Nothing is more important to me than her

"Five more minutes, Sir Ash," came the response from outside.

I kicked the door out of frustration.

"What if you discover something about her you don't like?" Mason suddenly asked, making me look at him.

Mason is usually quiet, and it's crystal clear he doesn't like me for Sapphire, but he's acting stranger than usual with these bizarre questions. I don't know what he's trying to imply.

"I like everything about her," I said with authority as I opened my GPS tracker.

I even like and endure her stubbornness. If I can handle her mood swings, I can handle anything.

"Even the bad things?" he asked again, this time looking at me like he wanted to say something.

Like a warning.

I nodded. "I liked her before I even knew her that well. What makes you think I'd leave her because of whatever bad things you're talking about?"

I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths. He could see my irritation, but he kept provoking me.

"We'll see," he said with a smirk.

I'll show him, but right now, I just want to get out of here. This is weird, though. This is the first time we're locked in a hotel just to bond with each other. After going to the company, a van picked us up, brought us here, and locked us in.

They were all wearing the Coleman clan tattoo, so I didn't think twice about coming. Mason, Evangeline, and Haze had the same thought.

"Damn, why's my Dad looking for me?" Haze asked, confused as he looked at his phone. "Are your parents looking for you, too?"

Evangeline also typed on her phone with a frown. I also tried calling my father, but he wasn't answering. Haze's question made us all doubt our location. "Simon is with my mom for a business meeting," she said, showing her phone.

She'd asked Simon where he was.

Unlike Mason, Evangeline was close to Simon. Maybe because Evangeline is somewhat like Simon. They're both ruthless... and heartless. "What about Silver?" Evangeline asked, glancing at me.

I shook my head. I'd tried contacting him several times, but he didn't answer.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

If this is a trap... damn. I don't know how that happened. The tattoo they have, a sign of our clan, looks like a rose with golden thorns.

It was genuine. Not a fake.

We trusted too much. This isn't good.

"Do you have any guns- damn it, Evangeline! Why are you undressing?!" Haze suddenly exclaimed.

I glanced at Evangeline, and she wasn't undressing. She just moved her dress aside a bit and took out a knife from her waist. It was a Swiss knife.

Daggers are her specialty.

I thought she'd handed it over to the guards earlier. She still has her trust issues. That's good for her.

"You damn loudmouth, Haze. It's not like you've never seen a woman's body before," she complained, adjusting her dress and twirling the knife in her hand. "Be ready, everyone. We have no idea what's waiting for us outside this room." She showed us her phone. The signal was completely gone. I checked mine-no signal either. I cursed under my breath, not for myself, but for my girl.

"Relax." We all looked at Mason, who was sitting calmly in his chair.

His face showed no worry, as if he already knew what was going on. "The Parker men are coming here any minute."

"Looks like Simon doesn't know-"

"Not his," Mason interrupted Evangeline, pointing to himself. "Mine. My people, Evangeline."

"You have your own?" Haze asked in shock.

Mason nodded. "Simon didn't want me involved in this kind of stuff, but what can I do? I need this power to protect all of you."

He massaged his temples while repeatedly checking his phone. His brows furrowed, clearly preoccupied with something else.

Mason told us the problem was taken care of, but his expression said otherwise.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

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"Sapphire is in danger, damn it!" He ruffled his hair in frustration. "I didn't expect her to get caught up in this. Now you know why I'm against your relationship? She could've had a decent life if she weren't with you!". Fuck, those words cut straight to the heart.

Haze tried to peek out the window but immediately ducked when someone fired at him from outside.

"Damn it, don't aim for my face! That's the only thing I've got going for me!" he hissed.

"We're in danger, and you're still worried about your face?" Evangeline snapped at him before glancing at her phone. "Last minute left. Get ready with anything you can use to fight-"

Evangeline's words were cut off as we suddenly heard loud thuds from outside, and the door opened moments later.

"Sir Mason," a man greeted, bowing in front of Mason.

Mason stood and followed his men, and we did the same.

That's when I realized that our power wasn't actually in us; it was in the last name we bore... unlike Mason. He wasn't properly trained, but he had the makings of a future mafia heir.

I felt an inferiority complex creeping up, but I shook it off. This wasn't the time.

"Nice one, Mason," Evangeline praised as she stabbed one of our opponents with her knife.

Blood splattered on her hands, but she just smiled. She hates germs but loves blood. A strange contradiction.

"Good thing you're useful-unlike this guy here," Evangeline added, nodding toward Haze.

"Damn it, I don't know this stuff! I just deal with street thugs-oh, crap!"

I pulled Haze to the side and quickly grabbed a gun from the man Evangeline had stabbed, using it to fight off the attackers.

There were too many of them, and if it weren't for Mason's men, we'd be dead already.

Who ordered them to bring us here? Who's the damn traitor in our mafia?