Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1171

Irene stayed quiet, the blaring alarms echoing around her. She glanced down at the switchblade in her hand. The world seemed to tilt beneath her, the crashing planes exploding like fireworks in the night sky.

She wiped the blade silently, surveying the hell she had created.

Rain poured harder, making the alarms even more piercing.

She stood tall, unyielding.

Kenzo was gone, vanished without a trace. Irene, distracted for just a moment, hadn't noticed him leave.

Jaired knelt before her.

"It's my fault."

"Enough."

Irene managed a small smile, dabbing at the blood on his cheek with her fingertip, then tasting it on her lips. Salty.

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was still searching through the chaos, but no one knew where Brielle was being held. He burst into a basement, hoping to find her there. Instead, he found a woman, wary and watchful.

King didn't get a good look at her face and quickly retreated when he realized she wasn't Brielle, throwing over his shoulder, "Get out now, or you're dead." As he slammed the basement door behind him, the roar outside grew louder.

Sarah thought she recognized him, but there wasn't time to think. She had to escape.

room

alarms grew louder, voices in several languages demanding a cease-fire,

then that King remembered the

"Mom."

grabbing Sarah's wrist and dragging her

"Take her and go!"

the word "Mom," Sarah froze, disbelief

Her son had

boy must have mistaken her

into the

"Brielle! Brielle!"

King was desperate now.

someone calling her name, but she was

blood wasn't

felt herself being carried, unsure of where they were

was carrying her, his other

"Cough, cough, cough."

Brielle coughed weakly.

momentarily

was Brielle, but she knew who was holding her.

demanded coldly,

Kenzo, already burdened with Myles,

eyes, and

blood, the nauseating feeling of being force-fed still churning incher stomach, her lips

thin knife was pressed to her mouth, she truly thought her tongue would be cut