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."

"Looks like you've

second encounter was in a

said, now the second-in-command of

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

flanked by admirers, eyed Andre with curiosity as

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

wine bottle and smashed it over her head

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

looking for someone. Has she been

"Who are you?"

"André."

to him, Conner felt like dirt, unable to wash away his own darkness. Andre seemed like a proud, untouchable

better than to underestimate someone

"Why

will be handsomely

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

Conner. "So, you're from the

...

pushed to the edge

arms, resting her head and wrapping her arms around his waist. "So, what happened next,

been missing for two years. The area was too chaotic to

and didn't like the idea of her husband staying there. Andre

her jealousy fading. "Go on,

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

interactions were brief, mutual respect grew

one day turn out to be