Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1060

Of course, those training sessions were filled with their fair share of close encounters.

"Watch out for the recoil with this hand. Hold it steady," King instructed, standing right behind her, his breath tickling her ear as he guided her through disassembling a gun in seconds. "Little Canary, pay attention. This could save your life someday," he said.

The training room was packed with all kinds of weapons, but her hands were just too small for any of them. She'd mentioned wanting a custom-made one.

King's eyes had met hers then, with a look that said he knew exactly what she was thinking-that she might use that custom gun on him.

He wasn't into digging his own grave, so he pulled her close, a smirk on his lips, "Planning to make me bite the bullet?"

Brielle didn't say a word, but her silence was answer enough. That was the first time King tasted the bitterness of heartache.

He was suddenly reminded of his mother, the woman who had thrown herself into the royal family for love, only to end up in a miserable state. He thought he was different, that he could control his destiny. But love can't be forced, not even with mountains of gold could he win her smile.

So why bother being nice?

"Focus on your training. Miss a shot, and you'll be punished. You know how I like to punish you," he said, his tone casual as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling.

bet you'll improve quickly,

she did learn fast. Naturally

one to finally craft her a custom gun. Both had invested in

"Bang!"

shot. The next second, she was pinned against the

next day, and

the same. Brielle practiced while King lounged on the couch, watching her progress from fumbling with parts to expertly disassembling the gun, a smile playing on

was short-lived. Brielle, gripping

this coming. Calmly, he continued reading his

that trigger, have you thought about the consequences? I can destroy everyone you care about in Beaconsfield, including the

so blunt. Brielle's gun shifted back to

down his newspaper, he wrapped his arms

murmured. Brielle's body trembled, her shot going wide. Her skills had been improving, and he rarely

her. Being with him was like dancing on

When he was around, he pushed her to her limits, and when he wasn't, she felt lost and despondent. This time, King brought a man named Myles. From the first glance, Brielle felt something familiar about

become his caged canary, unable to escape her gilded prison. Any defiance