Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

When Chad laid out all the evidence in front of Finley, the room practically buzzed with tension. It was like a scene right out of a crime thriller. "You know, spending a few years behind bars isn't the worst thing," Chad began, his voice steady and unforgiving. "By the time you're pushing eighty, you'll be considered an old-timer around here. Maybe even get your sentence lightened if you play your cards right. But let's not forget, by then, I'll still be here, our family fortune intact. The kids will still have their future. All you're losing are a few years, which, when you put it into perspective, isn't much."

When Chad brought up the evidence linking Finley to the Walker family's money laundering operation, Finley just glanced at it, unfazed. But as Chad laid everything out, declaring, "The amount involved in the money laundering is astronomical. Enough for a death sentence," Finley couldn't help but reassess the young man before him, a sharp investigator in his late twenties who he had underestimated.

"Chad, I heard you recently got hitched."

"Yeah, tied the knot with Molly."

Finley's thoughts drifted to a memory of a little girl, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him. "And Tom?" he inquired. "Gone."

Finley hadn't heard a word about Tom from his lawyer during the visits, which had left him uneasy. And now, Chad was bringing it up again.

With a heavy sigh, Finley's gaze, clouded with age, met Chad's. "If you've got solid evidence, why come to me? You're looking to hear the story straight from the horse's mouth."

Sitting across from Finley, Chad admitted openly, "Exactly."

"I want to see your father-in-law."

...

this with Andre, their focuses were different. Chad was adamant about bringing the truth of his wife's murder to light, while Andre was more concerned with avenging his family. "I'll go talk to the

the situation,

enough evidence

meet him. What about the baby girl?" Hansen asked,

"Given away."

agreed to the meeting. On the day, he left the house, only to return moments later to pick up his grandson, who was innocently chewing on his fists. "Off to make Finley green with envy,"

arrived at the prison, Hansen, holding his grandson, waited for Finley. The little one, curious and oblivious to the

Chad asked,

Andre explained, sharing a look of resignation with

Finley was brought in, the contrast between him and Hansen was palpable. Hansen, the picture of contentment with

enjoying every moment of Finley's envy. "Life's too good, I tell ya. Naomi's a hard worker, Mia's always bringing treats, my daughter's my gaming buddy, and my

could only listen, a mix of regret and longing evident in his

had forsaken for his crimes. As Hansen kissed his grandson, emphasizing the love and unity of their

son called her "mom". No wonder Wesley got a timeout that seemed to last forever. He walked up behind his father, bent down, and scooped up his precious son. He pressed the little guy's face against his own cheek,