Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 605

By the time the chaos had subsided, the scene was beyond recognition, thick with the stench of blood. A few men lay gasping for breath in pools of their own making.

Ricardo gazed down at his dagger, its original color indistinguishable beneath the grime. He wiped his cheek with a finger, smearing the blood that had splattered on his face.

The silence was deafening as if they were sealed in a vacuum.

He nudged the man at his feet with indifference and turned around, reluctantly avoiding Brielle’s gazę, Her eyes were so beautiful. It would be a shame if they showed fear. He’d hate to have to gouge them out.

She was probably just like that other woman, terrified of him, regarding him with disbelief and revulsion. Pity. He had wanted Brielle to live a bit longer, but old enemies had a way of revealing one’s true nature.

His lips curled into a smile as he turned to look at Brielle.

She stood a few meters away, blood slowly creeping toward the tips of her shoes. She stepped back, and Ricardo felt the gesture like a knife to his heart. So, the promise of sunlight was a lie after all. It was just a momentary fib he had foolishly believed.

If that were the case, then nobody would be spared tonight. All must die.

forward, pushing him aside and pulling the trigger.

watched as Brielle approached the other two men, stepping on one’s

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

shots, the faint cries for help were

on the filthy, narrow bed motionless, her body covered in marks–bitten, kissed,

twisting in agony as

pupils, previously dilated, slowly focused, and she managed a weak

her lip to keep

Aubree’s cough brought up more

that had been knocked out of Aubree’s mouth.

Chapter 605

Aubree in the last two hours. Wiping away her tears, Brielle took a deep breath and tried to

tooth. It wouldn’t come clean. Like

herself, falling apart, but the sight of Brielle, now deprived of all

She reached out to