Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 925

Andre glanced at the boy who looked even younger than his years. When a man tried to include him in his assault, Andre didn't hesitate. He snapped his belt, letting it whip across the man's face with a sharp crack. A red welt quickly formed. "Damn it, I wasn't even getting

started..."

Tossing the belt aside, Andre launched himself into a brawl with the man.

It took less than a minute for Andre to overpower him, sending him sprawling to the ground. The man's back collided painfully with a roadside rock, leaving him writhing and unable to rise.

With the obstacle removed, Andre and Conner locked eyes for the first time, both surprised to find a contemporary in such a setting.

"What's your name?" Conner asked, clearly impressed by Andre's skill. "You've got some moves. How about sticking around with me?"

Unbeknownst to him, this encounter would be the start of a challenge he could never quite overcome: Andre.

Andre chuckled at Conner's cocky offer, dismissing him as a wannabe tough guy. He turned his attention to a girl, hoping she was his sister, Molly. But she wasn't, and disappointment clouded his expression.

The girl, desperate, clung to Andre's backpack, tears streaming down her face. "Please, help me."

"Don't get involved," Conner warned. "This place is a mess you don't want to handle."

Andre turned back to the girl, her bruised and battered state reminding him of his sister, who should have been safe and sound. "Do you know where you live?" he asked gently.

She nodded.

Andre made a quick call, and within ten minutes, two men arrived. "Mr. Andre," they greeted.

Gesturing toward the girl, Andre instructed, "Take care of her."

whistled, impressed. "Looks like you've

second encounter was in a club's

you here again," Conner said, now the second-in-command of the

Conner's help, the previous boss had solidified his reign over the red-light district. Andre knew that if he needed information, going straight

Andre with curiosity as

made-up woman sauntered over to Andre, ignoring his stern "Back off!" She reached out with her

flash, Andre picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over

on the man across the room. "Mr. Chapman, we've got business to discuss." "What do you want?" the boss inquired, intrigued by this

out a photograph. "I'm looking for

"Who are you?"

"André."

Compared to him, Conner felt like dirt, unable to wash away his

to underestimate someone who looked so clean

the photo. "Why are you looking

will be handsomely rewarded," Andre said with

boss couldn't help but admire Andre's audacity. "Who exactly are you?

"So, you're from the Nettleton

...

off while listening, pushed to the edge of the bed by his mom to

her husband's arms, resting her head and wrapping her

been missing for two years. The area was

what kind of place that was and didn't like the idea of her husband staying there. Andre quickly pulled her closer. "I stayed at a hotel owned by

her jealousy fading.

Once he found out I was searching for my sister and that our mom had died of heartbreak, he helped me scour not just the street but all of Newtown, though he eventually had to

were brief, mutual respect grew

friend would one day