Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1341

But in the next second, another bullet struck his shoulder.

Fisher coughed in pain, his lips curling into a cold smirk. “Being loved by me was her privilege. Maybe she's already carrying my child. Such a pity for the beauty.”

King reacted swiftly, his leg shooting out to kick Fisher squarely in the jaw. Fisher's jaw snapped to the side, leaving him unable to utter a single word.

He still couldn't wrap his head around how King had managed to infiltrate the place. With Bryan on his side, Fisher had thought his defenses were impenetrable. Bryan was his ace in the hole, and now that his fortress had been breached, he was at King's mercy. And King was merciless, not giving Fisher a moment to stall for time.

Meanwhile, King's crew was engaged in a fierce battle with the guards, the area erupting into chaos, bullets flying everywhere. But around King, there was a deadly calm.

“Where's Brielle?” he demanded, aiming his gun at Fisher. Fisher responded with a cold, blood-streaked sneer, full of disdain. He relished in the agony he thought he was inflicting on King. Even if King had arrived, Brielle had already been pushed into the labyrinth of tunnels below, beyond anyone's reach, especially with Fisher's trump card lying in wait.

King read the defiance in Fisher's eyes, knowing well he wouldn't get a shred of truth from him. So, he stood, pointing his gun at Fisher's heart. “Goodbye then.”

Fisher's eyes reflected not fear but frustration, unable to accept how his meticulously laid plans had crumbled so swiftly. How had King infiltrated without a whisper of warning? What had gone wrong at the perimeter? But no answer came.