Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

"We can't get there. Security's too tight," Luna said, her worry as evident as Kesha's. "What about you, F?" "Same here. Too many guards downstairs."

I closed my eyes for a moment, shutting out their voices. I needed to think of a way out. There had to be a way. I couldn't let them bring me down. There were seven of them, all armed. I suspected three of them carried extra guns at their waists; their uniforms were different from the others. And now that I thought about it, there were no residents or other people on this top floor except for me.

This was a trap.novelbin

"They hacked my computer. Damn fuckers," Kesha said, confirming my suspicion.

Now I understood why she hadn't detected anything unusual earlier, despite being our tech expert.

Someone had set us up. Was my father aware of this?

The thought made my chest tighten. Every time I tried to make a plan, this person was always a step ahead.

They weren't just beating me-they were stomping on my pride, and I was starting to hate it.

"We'll find a way, S," Finnick said, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Just hold on a little longer. I'll get to you."

"Right," I muttered absentmindedly, suddenly remembering I had my team.

I wasn't alone in this battle. Why did I always try to solve everything by myself when I had a team willing to help, especially in moments like this? They couldn't reach me directly, but they could help from the outside. That thought sparked an idea.

"Can you distract the helicopter for me, F?" I asked Finnick.

"Yes," he replied without hesitation.

"L and R, set up a mini-trampoline outside. I'll tell you when to open it so you won't draw attention," I instructed Luna and Rain.

If I wasn't mistaken, they had a mini trampoline in the car earlier. We rarely used it because our plans typically went smoothly.

It was one of Tanner's inventions, a gift from Evangeline for product testing. I never thought it would be useful until now.

"Kesha, try to hack the hacker," I commanded. "It might be someone I've been searching for."

"Copy."

I was certain we were being played. But how did this person learn about today's mission?

Only one possibility came to mind: someone on my team was working with them. As much as it pained me, I needed to trust them for now. This was just a warning, not an attempt to kill me.

"S. hit!" I hissed as someone burst into the room and fired at me.

If I hadn't reacted on adrenaline, the bullet would've hit my heart.

Was I wrong? Did I miscalculate?

I sprinted toward the window, and without hesitation, threw my full weight into a leap. This was my riskiest move yet, but I trusted my team.

"Now!" I shouted, shutting my eyes tight as a bullet tore into my right shoulder.

Pain shot through my body, nearly overwhelming me.

I felt like I was flying. It was a terrifyingly beautiful illusion as blood trickled downward.

Smiling through the agony, I pressed on my shoulder, trying to stem the bleeding-I didn't want it to stain the trampoline.

When I landed, I expected to bounce, but Tanner's trampoline had customizable features. I smiled despite my weakening state and forced myself to run alongside my team.

***

"It's just a graze," Hariette said as she sat in front of me in her nurse's uniform, tending to my arm with a first aid kit in hand.

The pain in my head felt like drilling. It had been a long time since I'd felt anything this excruciating. I thought I was numb to pain, but this proved me wrong. "Yeah... not life-threatening," I muttered weakly, staring at the wall.

I didn't like that Hariette was here in the hideout. She was too kind for a place filled with criminals.

And how did I wake up to find her in my room? I didn't even remember passing out on the way back.

I almost died today. And I was sure there was a traitor among us.

I needed to find whoever it was.

"But you should take better care of yourself," Hariette said as she finished wrapping my shoulder. "You've lost a lot of blood."

"I don't care," I shrugged, wincing in pain. "How's Haze treating you?"

"Honestly? I don't know," she replied, checking my forehead. Sighing in relief, she added, "Haze brought me here to treat you. He said you couldn't go to a hospital." Sadness flickered in her eyes. She tried to hide it, but I could see it clearly.

"I'll go now."

As she stood, I grabbed her wrist. "Guard your heart."

"I always do," she said before slipping free and walking away.

I sighed heavily, trying to sit up properly. My body was still weak, my vision blurry. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already eight in the evening.

I reached for my waist to check the flash drive. Panic surged when I realized it was gone. I searched frantically but found nothing.

My phone buzzed. Reading the message, my suspicions were confirmed.

[How does it feel to almost get killed?]

It was an unregistered number, but I knew exactly who it was.

"It was him," I whispered, gripping the couch tightly.

Had his spy already made a move? Did he only want the flash drive, using me to get it without dirtying his hands?

"I discovered something..."

I looked up to see Evangeline entering my room, locking the door behind her. She scanned the room cautiously, like someone might be listening.

She sat beside me and leaned close to my ear.

"The security that almost caught you earlier... I looked into it," she whispered.

Frowning, I wondered how she knew about that.

"They weren't hotel employees," she continued. "They were blacklisted special forces."

My brows furrowed. "What?"

"I thought he was just some petty guy who loved pranks, but I never imagined he'd have people from the blacklisted special forces on his side," Evangeline said, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. She added, "He's someone we can't take down with just one blow."

I could hear what she was saying, but my mind wasn't in the right place to process any of it. My back rested against the couch while one hand propped up my chin.

My gaze was fixed on the wall, deep in thought. I unintentionally ignored Evangeline, who raised an eyebrow at me with her arms crossed.

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

"I'm starting to have doubts about Kesha..." I murmured, leaning my head back on the couch and staring at the ceiling.

"Huh?"

I opened my eyes and glanced at her before taking the document from her hand.

It was far more detailed than the usual information Kesha provided me when I asked her to investigate something.

"I asked her to look into this, and she couldn't find anything. Yet here you are with this crucial piece of information," I told Evangeline, raising the document. "Is she getting complacent?"