Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

At first, Tom didn't think Mia would be much of a challenge. But when he tried to catch her, he found she was as slippery as an eel, darting out of his grasp every time.

He finally gave her the respect she deserved. "You're full of surprises."

Tom's punches were lethal, and Mia knew it. She dodged and weaved, buying time.

Mia's agility and finesse only fueled Tom's frustration. Yet, every punch he threw, she evaded with ease.

It was as if she knew his every move. "Who are you?" he demanded.

Mia clenched her fists, taking the fight to Tom. When he tried to dodge, she swiftly retracted her hand and spun around, hammering her elbow into Tom's chest. Then, with her other fist, she struck a quick blow to his abdomen.

She aimed to throw off his balance, catching him off guard. The feint she had thrown was meant to disrupt his center of gravity, allowing her to strike when he was most vulnerable, targeting his heart and internal organs. This technique felt eerily familiar to Tom!

His eyes narrowed as the image of a woman skilled in such tactics overlapped with Mia's. "It's you!"

The Silent Ring had only one woman who didn't rely on brute force, preferring cunning and precision to target her opponent's weakest spots.

underestimated Andre's "ordinary"

had been

with Tom.

Both were fighters at

Cornered against the railing, Mia seemed trapped. But just as Tom's fist aimed for her, a strong hand blocked it. Those hands belonged to Andre, her husband, who had raced through traffic,

of the sidewalk, bundling their son

boy stopped

The sound of Tom's jaw

too late to prevent the escape, watched in

coldly ordered a thorough search, his voice devoid

to proceed. Chad advised to search along the river, confident Tom wouldn't get far with his injuries. Molly rushed to

joined them, his concern

"No, but let's get our son checked at the

his tiny frame,

drama winding down, Andre, alongside his wife and kid, headed to their SUV, "Leo and Anya, hop in