Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1530

After hanging up, Mr. Nettleton dropped his laid-back act. He got out of the car, handed his phone to his assistant, and strode forward with the swagger of someone who knew exactly what he was doing—a gun tucked at his waist, glinting in the sunlight. "Nice to finally meet you. I'm Conner."

Miles reached out, matching Conner's grip in a handshake. "Heard a lot about you, Mr. Nettleton. I'm Miles."

Conner smirked. "So, you Dark Web guys running the old 'Triple Transfer' trick? Where's the Boss, the Mover, and the Shifter?"

Miles hesitated, thrown off for just a second. Wasn't Conner supposed to be ruthless? He'd heard stories about how dangerous the man was, but right now, he seemed almost too easygoing.

Then their eyes met. For a moment, Miles caught the cold edge behind Conner's smile-a flash of something lethal. He straightened unconsciously. This guy was every bit as dangerous as the rumors said.

Conner's car rolled forward, but Miles waved off the offer to ride together. Soon enough, Dark Web's own car pulled up. The two vehicles drove side by side toward the meeting spot.

Inside Conner's car, his assistant fidgeted. “Boss, why aren't we just charging in? Quick in, quick out. That's how you always do it."

Conner, uncharacteristically serious, replied, "You know what's waiting in there? How many people? How many exits? Where they're keeping everyone?"

out the window. "I only saw him with two guys. Why not just

watching the other car. "The guard on the right? He's strapped with explosives. The trigger's in his hand. If we mess with him, all our guys are dead. I'm about to be a dad. I need to stick around long enough to change my

assistant muttered a curse. "Damn. That's cold. So how

they need Maja to cough up the shipment location. Dark Web's worked too hard for that stash to give up now. Neither of them is dying anytime soon-they'll

up with the wrong people and now she's running for her life with nothing

assistant snickered. "Would you say

the only ones who get to hear me vent. If I said that at home, she'd

grief, I'll tell her exactly what you said

I'll strap a bomb on you, too. If

hands up. "Alright, alright, boss-let's

are we here for a fight or

We're here to save

looks like it's

a palatial manor, the kind you only see in movies. Conner took in the scene-his first time here. Teddy, his infamous. pretty boy friend, had bought the estate on a whim, tossing