Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1140

Irene wasn't about to turn him down.

Kenzo scooped her up and carried her to the top floor, their lips locked in a heated kiss all the way up. When they finally reached the room, Colton was laid out on the bed in the center, completely drained of strength, eyes wide open, helplessly watching them.

They moved to the window, still wrapped up in each other. Irene perched herself on the sill and casually slid off the throwing knife she always wore around her wrist, letting it fall to the floor with a sharp, clear clink. She didn't bother hiding this from Kenzo-it was like she was openly admitting that, for a moment back there, she'd considered killing him.

That knife was Irene's pride and joy, a weapon she never left behind. She'd had it custom-made by a top-notch blacksmith in Australia. It was so thin it could wrap around her wrist like a silver bracelet. She always wore a leather bracelet, but hidden inside was the deadly blade. She liked guns well enough, but this knife? This was her favorite.

Sitting by the window, her arms draped around Kenzo's neck, she looked at him with a tone of admiration. "Kenzo, you're the craziest man I've ever met."

Kenzo's gaze was cool and collected, unflustered even in the heat of the moment. "Is that so? You're the craziest woman I've ever encountered."

Colton lay on the bed, staring at them, his chest heaving, eyes nearly bursting with rage and helplessness. He saw Irene's knife hit the floor and knew exactly what it meant. Only he and Irene understood the significance of that ever-present blade. She'd never let it leave her wrist in the company of another man before.

Struggling with all his might but weakened by drugs, Colton could only watch as they indulged in their desires right in front of him, grinding his teeth in silent fury.

Irene seemed to remember Colton's presence suddenly but didn't stop. She cast a seductive glance at Kenzo. "Two crazies belong together, don't we, Kenzo?" Kenzo didn't respond, just intensified his embrace.

This time was more fervent than ever, leaving even Irene breathless.

Afterward, Kenzo gently laid her on a nearby couch. "Get dressed. I need to check on the others."

Irene laughed lightly, pulling him back, her hands cradling his face. "Your mix of aloofness and tenderness makes you seem so deeply affectionate. Yet, you're the most heartless one, not even helping me dress afterward?"

Kenzo kissed her gently on the lips. "Dress yourself."

It was clear there would be no further discussion.

Irene sighed. "Yet, I can't help but love this about you."

She let go of Kenzo's face, picked up her clothes from the floor, and dressed herself.

As Kenzo reached the door, he asked indifferently, "Aren't you afraid your lover on the bed will get jealous?"

Irene stiffened momentarily before laughing lightly. "Kenzo, you really are something."

With the door closing behind him, the room fell into silence.

Irene dressed, picked up a cigarette from the table, and took a few drags, eyes narrowing as she pondered when she'd slipped up. Her relationship with Colton had been a

secret for years, unknow to

the core members of their

organization. How could Kenzo, who had only been around for a few days, have figured it out so quickly?

Exhaling a stream of smoke, her gaze turned seductive as she looked at Colton still struggling on the bed.

Indeed, the true leader of their organization was not Colton but Irene.

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Irene and Colton were not related by blood. Given her age, she could, at a stretch, be considered old enough to be Colton's daughter. She had been raised within the organization, groomed from a young age to be the successor. The previous leader, her biological father, had placed Colton as a figurehead to protect her. If anyone attempted an assassination, they would target him instead.

Initially, Colton was unwilling, unable to accept that such a vast empire could fall into a woman's hands. But Irene's beauty quickly subdued him. He was captivated by her allure, and she needed only his loyalty.

It was an adult's dark game, a mutual exploitation of needs.

Irene, unapologetically indulgent in her desires, completely won over Colton, who willingly played along with her charade. Their act was convincing, deceiving everyone. But now, Kenzo had uncovered their secret, without any warning.