Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle took a deep breath, unable to make any more promises. She was up against the Dorsey family, and with her current capabilities, challenging them was akin to a lamb taking on a lion.

"I'll do my best to investigate," she said.

James managed a smile, but the injury on his face pulled at his muscles, causing him pain.

"They're playing tag team on me. I can't beat them all, but I'm sure I won't suffer too much. I'll wait for you to get me out of here."

A pang of discomfort hit Brielle in the chest. She nodded silently and stepped away from the police station.

Outside, she saw about a dozen motorcycles parked nearby, with a group of rough-looking guys boldly waiting by the police station entrance.

As Brielle emerged, they quickly surrounded her.

"Hey, you're James' little sister. How's he doing? Those damn cops, did they give him any trouble?"

"Damn it! I'm about to storm that precinct right now!"

"Girl, come on, talk to us. How's he? Did he suffer in there?"

Brielle opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words, encircled by a group of twenty-something-year-old guys. Any woman coming face-to-face with such a scene would be terrified.

upon, the ones parents warned their children about, the city's supposed

details are unclear. I

educated bunch, but you've got to get

of us your photo. Everyone on the street knows he found his sister. We won't lie. His folks really did you dirty, ditching you just because you were a girl. But James has been looking for you all this time." "Right, we all knew James had been searching for his sister for years. So when we saw the news online, we immediately printed your photo. Each of us carries one. Tell us if you ever run into trouble, and we'll have your back." Standing among them, Brielle suddenly found she

echoed in the

on here?! Are you harassing this

bunch of lowlifes making a scene

group quickly hopped on their bikes,

a crumpled note in her hand, with

let us know. We all work for him and

the motorcycles sped

cop, baton in hand, approached Brielle.

nodded, feeling a bittersweet

you and the Fox family.

en

silent, knowing the

by their appearances,

always wore the kindest masks, and those deemed the dregs by the successful could