Chapter 15
Brielle was dragging her into the bustling crowd of the bar. “Aubree, if you start a
fight, she'll just end up crying on Spencer's shoulder.
“Damn! As if I'm afraid of him!”
Brielle knew Aubree wasn't scared. Hell, she herself wanted to slap Lillian. But
this was a nightclub, a regular haunt for the city’s elite. If Aubree and Spencer
had a showdown, tomorrow's headlines would be all about them. The Dorsey
family and the Clements family would be dragged through the mud.
“Isn't your brother going to be on your case if you make a scene?”
At that, Aubree clammed up, her cheeks burning red with frustration.
The dance floor was packed and the DJ had just dropped a beat-heavy track that
whipped the crowd into a frenzy. The two of them got separated in the
commotion.
Left with no other choice, Brielle found a quiet corner in the hallway to call
Aubree.
Aubree, jostled by the crowd, looked up to see a tall, familiar figure at the
entrance and felt a shiver of fear. “Bri, where are you? I'm fine, but jeez, I must've
walked under a ladder or something today. I just saw my brother. It's all that
witch's fault. I want to tear her to shreds right now.”
Coming back to town and walking straight into trouble was infuriating.
Just as Brielle was about to calm her down, a deep, foreboding male voice the
phone, “Who's clothes are you planning to tear to shreds?” Then the line with a
cacophony of noise.
Aubree had been abroad because she ran away from home.
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Her brother, Andrew, was ruthless. Among Beaconsfield’s most prestigious famil
Clements family ranked second, and Andrew was the heir.
The call cut off, and as Brielle tried to redial to check on Aubree, she backed into
a w chest. The hand that now casually wrapped around her waist sported a
rosary. She looked up to see a familiar face.
“Uncle Max?” What was he doing here?
The man had an aura of cool detachment about him, even in his casual suit. In
the dim, almost intimate lighting of the club, he still exuded a regal presence, but
his fingertips. brushing over the marks on her neck betrayed his rougher side-
calluses perhaps from years of handling guns, or maybe from wielding knives.
Brielle shivered under his touch, noticing another man standing behind him.
Andrew squinted at her, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the Max's little canary”
Brielle didn’t know him as Andrew She was good friends with Aubree but had
never visited the Clements family
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However, she recognized that face.
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Andrew had a commanding presence, like a dangerously seductive vampire out
of a gothic tale.
“Let go of him now, or I guarantee you'll be missing those hands of yours soon.”
The threat in his eyes was palpable.
Brielle met his gaze with false bravado. “I'm a little canary he kept.”
Andrew paused, his menacing aura dissipating as he smirked, surprisingly
stepping aside. She managed to whisk Max away to her apartment.
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A warmth spread through Brielle’s chest, and fearing the vulnerability of the
moment, she scrambled for a distraction.
“Uncle Max, is he a friend of yours?”
Andrew chuckled at her words, “So, you are a little bird playing around.”