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.

first crossed in Beaconsfield, and

only Andrew's loyalty

Kenzo stubbed out

out Brielle, no

his glass tightened before he stood up, "Just make sure you don't

by the time he turned around,

had once told him that Jaired was the most lethal

be no

cigarette, he watched as his fingers

holding an intricately designed

it up from your old place,

up

the box with a blade strapped

shriveled, blackened skewer

eyebrow and tossed it into

not yours, is it? Why hold onto such

retrieve it, just

"No, it's not."

did you give Jaired? He disappeared

he ever botched a

Kenzo felt the need to

Jaired was

secret weapon, maybe he'd

with Brielle before,

once.