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!"

charged. The alley echoed with the sounds of struggle, while two sharp-dressed

make a run for it but froze as a gun

rounding up the injured and bundling them into

tranquility, the blood

get help from quick- thinking bystanders, who stabilized him until the ambulance

for the quick actions, buying us

us to be decent folks My brother said, and since our sister-in-law's a cop, we're alDabout

to praise their boss directly but quickly adapted their story upon seeing the officers, smoothly

and

need the spotlight." And

to their boss. "Boss, those

glanced up, "What

"Uh, the police."

on the couch, musing, "I still think we need some bold

and the hitmen. The cops

to thuggery? Is that my teaching?"

acting like it's the Wild West? There's no honor in that," Conner said, eyeing the chandelier. "Let the cops do