Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 15

Brielle was dragging her into the bustling crowd of the bar. “Aubree, if you start a fight, she’ll just end up crying on Spencer’s shoulder.

“Damn! As if I’m afraid of him!”

Brielle knew Aubree wasn’t scared. Hell, she herself wanted to slap Lillian. But this was a nightclub, a regular haunt for the city’s elite. If Aubree and Spencer had a showdown, tomorrow’s headlines would be all about them. The Dorsey family and the Clements family would be dragged through the mud.

“Isn’t your brother going to be on your case if you make a scene?”

At that, Aubree clammed up, her cheeks burning red with frustration.

The dance floor was packed and the DJ had just dropped a beat-heavy track that whipped the crowd into a frenzy. The two of them got separated in the commotion.

Left with no other choice, Brielle found a quiet corner in the hallway to call Aubree.

fear. “Bri, where are you? I’m fine, but

to town and walking straight into trouble was

calm her down, a deep, foreboding male voice the phone, “Who’s clothes are you planning to tear to shreds?” Then the line

abroad because she ran away

be through led

Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil Clements family ranked second,

w chest. The hand that now

Max?” What was

exuded a regal presence, but his fingertips. brushing over the marks on her neck betrayed his rougher side-calluses perhaps from years of handling guns, or maybe

behind him. Andrew squinted at her, amusement flickering in

if it isn’t the Max’s

Andrew She was good friends with Aubree but had never visited

Max’s drink with distilled vodka-a high-proof alcohol that could floor even the

a dangerously seductive vampire out of a gothic

go of him now, or I guarantee you’ll be missing those hands of yours soon.” The threat in his