Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 195

Even the battle–hardened Connor felt a chill run down his spine as the agonized screams echoed from behind the door. ‘Damn! Miss Jennings is savage!‘ he thought.

Curiosity getting the better of him, he leaned in and whispered to Ashton, “Is Miss Jennings just a delicate, innocent girl for sure?”

Brandon, standing nearby, wore a similarly complicated expression. He had sneaked a peek inside earlier, and despite Briar’s gentle appearance, she seemed familiar with those instruments hanging on the wall–no less than any of them.

Ashton leaned against the wall, an unlit cigarette pinched between his fingers. Ever since the screams started, he hadn’t looked inside even once. It wasn’t out of fear–he simply trusted that Briar wouldn’t lose control and

stabbed Zayne to death on a whim.

Anyone with ears could tell how brutal and bloody things had become. Ashton’s expression remained calm, his gaze steady and unmoved. But beneath that composed exterior, only he knew how restless his heart truly was.

‘Is the Briar I once knew–the one who was kind and compassionate–the same person as the merciless figure I see now? Or perhaps, who is the real Briar?‘ he wondered.

Briar was a highly skilled doctor and the direct disciple of the legendary Tristan Blackwell. She was acquainted with the international mercenary lan, who surprisingly treated her with great respect. Additionally, she was the enigmatic Speed Queen Bree, known for her exceptional driving skills that even impressed Hamish.

Then there was the Jennings family, clearly hiding secrets. Even someone like Beatrice had accessed the dark web, hired hackers, and put a hit on Briar. Zayne was now in custody, and Sawyer was also involved. There had to be a powerful underground force backing them–one that had targeted Rosalia over a decade ago.

It appeared that the organization had turned its attention to Briar once more. Based on Briar’s attitude toward Zayne, it was clear that she had begun investigating this organization quite some time ago. The more Ashton learned about Briar, the more enigmatic she became, and the deeper his fascination with her grew.

Ashton remained silent, and despite Brandon and Connor’s growing anxiety, neither of them dared to interfere with Briar. All they could do was stand outside the door, waiting and listening.

After another hour, the screams inside had faded to little more than a whisper. Concerned that something terrible might happen to the man inside, Brandon leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Wade, Zayne sounds like he can’t hold on much longer, Shouldn’t we go in?”

Jennings doesn’t end up killing

moment. “Let’s wait a bit more,” he finally

waiting?‘ Brandon thought,

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to lose his patience,

what she’s doing. Don’t forget, she’s a doctor–she knows how to make someone suffer without actually

spines.

Jennings been in there interrogating Zayne all this time without leaving him seriously hurt?‘ they asked themselves. Brandon and Connor exchanged glances, both thinking, ‘Is she this

eventually stepped out, her pace unhurried, gloved hands stained deep red. Blood dripped steadily from her

Connor stared at her, their eyes wide in shock,

she first encountered Zayne had faded entirely. Her long hair flowed loosely behind her, giving her an air of distance and

nodded. “Yeah, I’m finished here. Connor, you

stepping inside after he gave them a nod. In the next moment, the sound of their sharp intake of breath echoed

streaming from every part of his body. His clothes appeared drenched in blood, making him look as though he were a man made entirely of it. Every inch of exposed

he remained conscious, helplessly forced to witness the blood continue pouring from his own body. The impact was not just a visual shock; the psychological toll

lips trembled, his gaze unfocused–he appeared utterly terrified. The usual calm smile faded from Ashton’s face. He glanced at the composed, unflappable Briar, contemplated saying something, but ultimately shook his head with a resigned sigh. Then he gently said to Briar, “That awful smell clings. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and

and sniffed her hands. As expected, the unpleasant, metallic scent lingered. She nodded quietly, her

meeting Briar, he spent almost every workweek here, and the place was fully stocked with all the essentials. However, Ashton was the type who preferred everything to be spotless and in perfect order. There

would still take at least half an hour. After her shower, Briar