Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1154

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"Irene."

Kenzo's voice cut through the room. "Step outside for a moment. I need a word with him."

Irene raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. Once she was gone, the room settled into an uneasy quiet.

Jaired stayed seated, his eyes drifting to the disheveled bed. With a smirk, he said, "Thought you were into Brielle?"

Kenzo pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. It was one of Irene's, a slim, lady's cigarette he'd lifted from the bathroom. "Spill it, Jaired."

When had Jaired joined their ranks? Had he known about his true identity back in Beaconsfield?

Jaired shrugged, picking up a glass of water from the table and taking a sip.

"Not much to say. I know as little about this place as I do about you. So, what's the deal, Mr. Kenzo? Got someone you need taken out?"

Kenzo blew out a ring of smoke, a habit he'd picked up only when diving deep into a character for a screenplay. Since coming back to North America, it seemed he couldn't quit. "I need Max gone. You game?"

Jaired squinted, probably weighing the truth in Kenzo's words.

"When the boss gives an order, I follow."

Typical, Kenzo thought. Only the truly twisted got into their circle.

Flicking ash from his cigarette, Kenzo turned to gaze out the window, his back to Jaired.

paths had first crossed in Beaconsfield, and no

their group, only

a pause, Kenzo

no matter the

tightened before he stood

reply, and by the time he turned

that Jaired was the most

no different, Kenzo was

another cigarette, he watched as his fingers grew

returned, holding an intricately

it up from your old place, said

up

the box

but a shriveled, blackened skewer of

eyebrow and

is it? Why hold onto

didn't move to retrieve

"No, it's not."

did you give Jaired? He disappeared

ever botched

Kenzo felt the

Jaired was the

secret weapon, maybe he'd

Brielle

once.