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!"

hidden stash, and chaos erupted as people charged. The alley echoed with the sounds of

it but froze as

more men showed up, rounding

returned to its usual tranquility, the blood cleaned up by those intent on

one in dire straits, were lucky to get help from quick- thinking bystanders, who stabilized him until the

buying us

us to be decent folks My brother said,

to praise their boss directly but quickly adapted their story

and rewards, the group politely declined,

need the spotlight."

to their boss.

"What did you call

"Uh, the police."

then slouched back on the couch, musing, "I still

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

to thuggery? Is that my teaching?"

we still acting like it's the Wild West? There's no honor in that," Conner said,