I knew Simon wouldn't like finding out his beloved son was covered in blood and on the verge of killing someone in a rage. If he found out about this, he'd probably take it out on me.

That's what I'm here for, after all.

"Wait... What the f. uck."

At first, I didn't recognize the man because of his wounds and bloodied face, but as I got closer, my eyes widened in shock.

I gasped-it was one of my subordinates.

He wasn't part of my main team, but he was always by my side during meetings and agendas within the organization. He tried to speak, but he couldn't because of the gag tied tightly around his mouth.

My heart ached instantly. I never imagined Mason would harm someone, let alone someone from my organization, just because he had the power to do it.

Mason started approaching me, but I quickly drew the gun from my waistband and aimed it at him. I knew I was better than him.

Unlike Ash, Mason hadn't undergone training when Simon appointed me as the leader of the mafia and handed him control of the company.

"What the hell are you doing to my people, Mason?" I asked coldly, though my curiosity seeped into my tone.

I fixed him with a sharp glare. I might be a villain to some, but I know how to protect my own.

His gaze softened as he looked at me, but it had no effect. I wanted an explanation-why would he do this?

I didn't care if he needed an outlet for his anger, but I wasn't about to let him use my people as punching bags.

Mason dragged the tip of the bat across the floor as he walked toward me. The sound echoed ominously, but he stopped short when I aimed my gun at his side and pulled the trigger.

Pain shot through me as the recoil jarred my injured shoulder. I suppressed a whimper, refusing to show weakness.

"You do realize Simon will come after me if he finds out what you're doing here?" I said in a low tone, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Do I fucking look like I care about that shit, Sapphire?"

He stepped closer, and I raised the gun to his face. Yet there was no fear in his eyes.

Instead, he grabbed my hand, lowering the gun. His hands, sticky with blood, oddly gave me a sense of comfort I hadn't felt in a long time. "Get out of here. You need rest. I heard what happened to you last night," he said, smiling faintly as he nodded.

For some reason, I nodded too, stepping aside.

I remembered the first time he comforted me when I cried back in college. He still gave me that same feeling-that everything would be okay.

His eyes silently urged me to trust him, even when I didn't understand what was happening.

I still feared he'd kill someone, but I trusted him. This was the first time I'd seen him so angry. He hated violence and blood, but something must have pushed him to this point. "Who the hell is your boss?" Mason rested the bat on his shoulder as he asked, his voice sharp.

I stood behind him, observing.

"Who gave you the orders?" he added, removing the gag from the man's mouth.noveldrama

Instead of answering, the man spat on Mason's chest, smirking.

Though I wasn't close to this subordinate, I knew him as respectful. But in his position, I couldn't blame him-if someone tortured me, I'd retaliate too. "Just kill me already."

"Sure. I'm easy to talk to." Mason grinned and raised the bat, ready to strike the man's head.

But I grabbed his arm, stopping him.

He froze and looked at me. His gaze dropped to my shirt, which had slipped slightly, revealing part of my shoulder.

He reached out and adjusted it before his eyes landed on the injury on my arm. His jaw clenched, and his fists tightened as if he was trying to hold back his anger. "C-Can you explain to me first what's happening?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

"He's a spy," Mason replied firmly, giving the man a sharp look. "He's the reason I almost lost both of you..."

Evangeline.

That alone explained Mason's rage toward this man.

My heart felt like it shattered. This man had been a spy, explaining how our enemy had always been a step ahead.

But how did Mason know? And why didn't I?

Who the fuck was sabotaging me?

"Unlike my sister, I have little patience." Mason gently pushed me aside and turned back to the man. "Tell me everything you know."

I nodded, realizing he'd been torturing him for information. But judging by the man's smirk and defiant glare, he wasn't going to talk.

"Kill me! Do it! Stop talking nonsense!" the man taunted.

When he spat on Mason again, I lost my patience and punched him hard with my left hand.

Blood trickled from his mouth, confirming the strength of my blow.

"You ungrateful bastard, Renz," I said, grabbing his hair and yanking him toward me. "How could you betray me like this?"

"I was never yours to begin with." He laughed, making me release him. "You won't get anything out of me. Even if you kill me, I won't talk. You're all doomed."

Before I could respond, the door burst open.

It was Evangeline, wearing her signature carnation pink dress. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she held her favorite katana.

Her smirk was unsettling. I knew her too well-that expression was her version of a warning.

"Do you know what my patience and a pink moon have in common?" she asked, walking toward us. "They're both non-existent."

In the blink of an eye, she threw her katana, striking the man's chest. His eyes widened as he gasped, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. He trembled, but he couldn't move. "You'll die painfully," Evangeline said, her smirk widening as she turned to us. "I already know who he's working for. We don't need him anymore," she added, pulling the katana out. More blood gushed from the wound. "I've already found the culprit."

After that horrible scene in the room, I called in some of my people to clean up the mess those two had made.

Not that it's unusual. Brutality runs in the Parker blood. Still, the Greensmiths are capable of much more. That's why, no matter how volatile Haze is, none of us would ever dare to provoke him. "Gosh," I muttered in frustration, biting my lower lip as I stared at my white sofa in the other room.

Mason didn't even bother cleaning himself. Now, my newly bought sofa had bloodstains too.

Disgusting-especially knowing it came from someone who betrayed me and the entire organization.

He was the reason my reputation in handling special missions had been tarnished.

Getting shot in the heart and dying instantly wasn't the right way to punish someone like him.

But why does it feel wrong?

It feels like we've only uncovered the tip of the iceberg. And now, I'm left waiting for what Evangeline has to say.

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