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."

like you've got some serious

in a club's private

said, now the second-in-command

solidified his reign over the red-light district. Andre knew that if he needed

Andre with

over to Andre, ignoring his stern "Back off!" She reached out with her red-tipped nails, aiming for

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

remained still, his gaze fixed on the man across the room. "Mr. Chapman, we've got business to discuss." "What do you want?"

pulled out a photograph. "I'm looking for someone. Has

"Who are you?"

"André."

Conner felt like dirt, unable to

knew better than to underestimate someone

the photo. "Why are you looking

be handsomely

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

"So, you're

...

to the edge of

and wrapping

missing for two years. The area was too chaotic

well enough what kind of place that was and didn't like the idea of her husband staying there.

said, her jealousy

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 tell me there was no trace

brief, mutual respect grew

no idea his friend would one day turn out