Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle took a deep breath, unable to make any more promises. She was up against the Dorsey family, and with her current capabilities, challenging them was akin to a lamb taking on a lion.

"I'll do my best to investigate," she said.

James managed a smile, but the injury on his face pulled at his muscles, causing him pain.

"They're playing tag team on me. I can't beat them all, but I'm sure I won't suffer too much. I'll wait for you to get me out of here."

A pang of discomfort hit Brielle in the chest. She nodded silently and stepped away from the police station.

Outside, she saw about a dozen motorcycles parked nearby, with a group of rough-looking guys boldly waiting by the police station entrance.

As Brielle emerged, they quickly surrounded her.

"Hey, you're James' little sister. How's he doing? Those damn cops, did they give him any trouble?"

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"Girl, come on, talk to us. How's he? Did he suffer in there?"

Brielle opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words, encircled by a group of twenty-something-year-old guys. Any woman coming face-to-face with such a scene would be terrified.

These were the people society looked down upon, the ones parents warned their children about, the city's supposed shame.

"For now, the details are unclear. I need to look into it further."

"We're not the most educated bunch, but you've got to get him out, okay?"

"Yeah, he gave each one of us your photo. Everyone on the street knows he found his sister. We won't lie. His folks really did you dirty, ditching you just because you were a girl. But James has been looking for you all this time." "Right, we all knew James had been searching for his sister for years. So when we saw the news online, we immediately printed your photo. Each of us carries one. Tell us if you ever run into trouble, and we'll have your back." Standing among them, Brielle suddenly found she couldn't speak.

Police voices echoed in the distance.

"What's going on here?! Are you harassing this girl? We'll lock you all up!"

"A bunch of lowlifes making a scene at the station!"

The group quickly hopped on their bikes, not before reminding Brielle. "Hey, take this."

Brielle reached out, finding a crumpled note in her hand, with a number scrawled on it in almost childlike handwriting.

"If there's any news about James, let us know. We all work for him and are really worried."

With a roar, the motorcycles sped away.

A cop, baton in hand, approached Brielle. "You alright?"

Brielle nodded, feeling a bittersweet taste in her mouth.

"Ms. Brielle, you should head back home if you're okay. We've seen the news about you and the Fox family. They're no good. And yet here you are, coming all the way to see him."

She remained silent, knowing the officer meant well.

In most cases, people were judged by their appearances, which supposedly dictated their character.

But the worst devils always wore the kindest masks, and those deemed the dregs by the successful could possess the most honest hearts.

James, a rugged man with a

towering height of 6'4", low

education, and raw strength, was being mobbed inside, yet he sawit as a fair fight. With his simple mind and experience, he couldn't fathom that it was a deliberate attack.

Even injured, he harbored no resentment, simply believing his attackers lacked honor.

James' crew, seemingly unruly, had rushed to the police station the moment they heard of his trouble, waiting silently for even a scrap of news from her.

Brielle felt a tightness in her chest,

of

feeling for all those in Beaconsfield who suffered from the dirty tricks the high and mighty. They manipulated and crushed others yet denied the common folk even a hint of resistance.

But on what grounds?