Master of his heart

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.

other choice, Brielle found a quiet corner in the

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

and walking straight into

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

been abroad because she ran

be through led

prestigious famil Clements family ranked second, and Andrew was the

backed into a w chest. The hand that now casually

was he

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

another man standing behind him.