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

the details are unclear. I need to look

the most educated bunch, but

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

echoed

here?! Are you harassing this girl? We'll lock you all

making a scene at

quickly hopped on their bikes, not before

crumpled note in her hand, with a number scrawled on it in

news about James, let us know. We all work

the motorcycles sped

baton in hand, approached Brielle.

feeling a bittersweet taste

you should head back home if you're okay. We've seen the news about you and the Fox family. They're no good. And yet here you are, coming all the

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knowing the officer

judged by their appearances, which

wore the kindest masks, and those deemed the dregs by