Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

The man Mia hauled across the ring, already riled up from her jabs and the grating applause, turned his head with a crack of his neck. You could see him gearing up, ready to strike back.

Except Mia didn't give him the chance. Her fist flashed out, catching everyone off guard-nobody expected her to make the first move.

He took the punch straight on, stumbling back two steps. The crowd sucked in a breath-had they all misjudged her?

Noah, watching the scene unfold, leaned toward Andre. "Boss, your 'Auntie' is quick. She's got real skill-slick, unpredictable, always looking for the perfect opening."

But Andre was hardly comforted. With his wife in the ring, it didn't matter who had the upper hand-he couldn't relax for a second.

Molly, who'd been yelling encouragement just moments ago, pressed her lips together, tension written all over her face as Mia started to dominate.

That one punch flipped the match-now it was a true showdown, the whole room crackling with energy.

Andre, for the first time, noticed his palms were slick with sweat.

Everyone watched, breathless, as Mia was suddenly thrown to the mat. Andre's

jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitch.

Noah caught the stress on Andre's face and hesitated-should he call for a break?

She yanked out her hair tie

up, quietly backing away to her spot at the

eyes steady, Mia faced

"I know you're tough. But if we're

kept her eyes on his mouth as he spoke, unreadable

"Everyone's here because you're a woman. The first to get this far. They treat you like some

an adult. They think for themselves. Sure, I'm different, but what

All you do is dodge. That's not real

was trying to bait her, get her

watch. Boxing's about brains

away,

tense, sweaty

"Ox," stood up to

"How

the spot, eyes locked

Mia was slammed

mat

pain for her. He couldn't

it

e shouted.