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.

Beaconsfield, and

their group, only Andrew's loyalty was

pause, Kenzo

Brielle, no matter the

he stood up, "Just make sure

by the time

told him that Jaired was the

no different, Kenzo was

cigarette, he watched as his

returned, holding an intricately designed

it up from your old

lit up with a

the box

a shriveled, blackened skewer

eyebrow and

not yours, is it? Why hold

to retrieve it, just

"No, it's not."

did you give Jaired? He

he ever botched a

felt

was

secret weapon, maybe he'd

with Brielle before,

once.