Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Every fiber in her being was screaming in agony, from her heart down to the very pores on her skin– each one clamoring, howling with pain.

A person grabbed a camera, zooming in closer, wiping the bloodstains from her chin, and intentionally gripping her jaw tightly. “Come on, sweetheart, make it slutty. This video is a special show for your brother.”

When Brielle and Ricardo’s car roared onto the scene, what they saw was a tableau of violence. A man was on top of Aubree, thrusting wildly, while another was recording, capturing her every grimace and tear. There was also a man fastening his belt, clearly having finished his turn.

Brielle’s pupils shrank to pinpricks, and for a moment, she thought she might go blind with rage. Only the ragdoll–like figure of Aubree was seared into her bloodshot vision.

Kill them. Kill them all!

Or not just kill them–she wanted to obliterate the entire world.

The men, satisfied with their repulsive deeds, slowed their actions upon hearing the car, their faces full of smug pleasure.

Brielle’s hand slipped into her purse, her sanity slipping away. Ricardo, sitting beside her, sensed a lethal aura. His eyebrows raised slightly as he watched Brielle step out of the car.

Ricardo didn’t want to get involved but sighed deeply upon seeing the men zipping up and moving toward Brielle.

“Ms. Haywood, what do you intend to do?”

“Kill them.” Brielle paused mid–stride, her voice cold and almost numb with the overwhelming urge to eviscerate these beasts. “I want to kill them.”

Ricardo chuckled softly, approaching with feigned innocence in his eyes. “You want to commit murder? That’s against the law, you know.”

The law? What was that? She didn’t even know anymore. The silver of the gun was already at her fingertips. She wanted their lives. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The men, upon seeing her face, filled their eyes with glee.

“Another one to join the party. As we said, it’s going to be a sister act.‘

“Pity Aubree’s already exhausted. She was quite the treat.”

“Aubree really is a dirty one, isn’t she? She’s still so eager after all those times with her brother.”

Brielle didn’t hear their words–more accurately, she couldn’t hear anything. All she felt was a cold coursing through her veins, staring at them as if they were no more than bugs on the

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sidewalk.

Wouldn’t it be alright to squash a couple of bugs? She smiled faintly, her movements smooth as she chambered a round.

Ricardo was right by her side, witnessing every move she made. His dagger was at the ready, but he hesitated for a moment. Should he act? Or should he let Brielle do it and, by doing so, bind her to his

world? Their hands would both be stained with blood and perhaps she wouldn’t see him as a monster anymore.

As he hesitated, the men were closing in. One of their faces triggered memories long suppressed in Ricardo–screams, cries, and a maelstrom of sounds tangling in his mind.

His sister, covered in blood, lied before his eyes.

How ironic. He had been searching for years, never finding them, and yet they appeared at this moment. Was Brielle perhaps his lucky star?

Ricardo chuckled, his hesitation gone. As Brielle’s bullet was chambered, Ricardo had already moved– swiftly, cleanly. All he could see was darkness, an endless black that seemed to stain his entire vision.

His inner fury surged wildly. He didn’t know how many times he had struck, only that it felt exhilarating like never before. Each strike was non–fatal yet left them all incapacitated.

One second, these men were on top of the world; the next, they were writhing in agony.

Ricardo felt good, so very good. After so many years, he had finally avenged his sister.