Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1195

As the crew lounged casually in the back of the car, one of them quipped, "Mind if

I borrow your silencer? My pistol's loud as a firecracker, and I'd rather not wake the neighborhood. I'm still trying to keep my good-guy reputation intact."

"Tell you what, I'll pop off a round first, and then we can trade," came the laid-back reply.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a narrow alley, Greg and his team of five hitmen were poised for an ambush, clearly outgunned but ready to spring the trap.

"Enough chit-chat, let's wrap this up," someone said, breaking the tension.

In a flash, guns were trained with precision on the group in the middle.

"Who are you? If you're with the Dark Web and you fancy staying alive, clear out!" barked one of the hitmen.

"Well, thanks for the heads-up. You're just the folks we're after. Charge!"

people charged. The alley echoed with the sounds of struggle,

make a run for it but froze as a gun barrel

while later, more men showed up, rounding up the injured and bundling them into

its usual tranquility, the blood cleaned up by those

quick- thinking bystanders, who stabilized him until the ambulance whisked him off to the

buying us

thank the do-gooders, the men humbly replied, "Our boss taught us to be decent folks My

wanted to praise their boss directly but quickly

accolades and rewards,

spotlight." And

to their boss. "Boss, those cops were insistent on

"What did you call

"Uh, the police."

your sister-in-law's one of them," Conner chided then slouched back on the couch, musing, "I

burst in, "Boss, we snagged Greg and the hitmen. The cops nabbed one; want us to spring

thuggery? Is that my teaching?" Conner quizzed, as his underling muttered

are we still acting like it's the Wild West? There's no honor in