Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Molly left her hospitalized mother in the care of the ever-reliable Anya and took off.

When Chad arrived to visit his mother, he found Anya there. "Anya, where's your aunt?" he asked.

"She's gone to pick a fight," Anya replied nonchalantly.

Officer Chad: "..."

He glanced at his mother lying in the hospital bed, thought about Molly's fiery temperament, and muttered to himself, "Damn it! She's out of control again!" Without wasting a second, he rushed out of the hospital.

By the time Chad arrived at the Thompsons' house, it was pitch dark, and the front door had been ripped off its hinges.

Chad inspected the doorway. It was clear that the door had been violently removed.

Inside, the place was a wreck. The flat-screen TV lay shattered on the floor, glass from the door was scattered everywhere, and there were splashes of blood on the ground. Chad knew this kind of chaos all too well. If anyone could create such a mess, it was his sister.

It seemed this time, Molly was genuinely furious.

But strangely, no one was home.

Chad knocked on the door of the only neighbor to ask for information.

Despite his persistent knocking, no one answered.

"Open up, police," Chad called out.

After seeing Chad's badge through the peephole, the occupant cautiously opened the door a crack. Chad frowned, "Where are the people from across the street?"

The man, who lived there with his family, stuttered nervously, "I... we... we were out... I don't know." Chad could see this guy was scared out of his wits.

"If you don't cooperate with the police, you'll have to come down to the station with me," Chad warned. The man continued to deny any knowledge.

Chad took out his phone and showed the man a picture of Jade on his lock screen. "Have you seen her?" The man's eyes widened in fear. "No, I haven't seen her."

to disrupt

with no other choice, he resorted

keeping quiet, you and your family will be safe? If

a man in a black trench coat and about a dozen others. Everyone was too scared to leave their houses. But the man she brought with her punched the door until it split open. They scared the Thompsons so much they were crying. Then they went inside, and we could hear Mrs. Thompson screaming for help from our house. I was about to call the police when the woman who was leading them came to our door..." Molly, also dressed

willingly, I won't hurt you. But if we have to break it

but to open the door. She warned me that if we called the police, they wouldn't spare my family. I could hear Mrs. Thompson's cries, which had gone hoarse. I was... I was scared. I

"Where did they

burst into tears. "How would I dare to ask? When they left, they were carrying a bloody black bag, and Mrs. Thompson was nowhere to be seen. And there was blood on their hands. Dave and Mr. Thompson had wet themselves. I really didn't dare to cross them." Chad was

him go. "Do you know who that

man could barely stand, leaning on the door

my sister,"

face went pale- the sister of a

to clean up

the time Chad left, it was

car and tried calling Molly, but her phone

the neighbor had said- Molly was with

and Leo, who were

Chad immediately called Leo.

overrun with dry grass, not even the homeless would choose

temperature was low and the wind was biting. It was pitch black, with no signs

woman led a group of burly men to

the Thompsons running for their

husband and son were crouched in a corner, shivering in the cold and too scared to lift their heads. "Want to call your grandparents to save you?" Molly's icy gaze was filled with hatred, her lips curling into

was wrong." Juliana's face was swollen, and a few of her teeth were scattered on

hair in disarray and her face

before was child's play. Today, I'll show you the true temper of Molly Cedillo." Molly stood up and gave her orders to the men behind her. "Go, get the 'meal' I prepared.

man pinching his nose brought out a bag of feces and placed it in front of

turned pale as she looked up at Molly.

such a foul mouth; you must eat a lot of

nose and kept his distance from the