Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

“Huh?” Milka stared, completely thrown off. Her??

Mars reached for Milka's hand, only to realize how cold her fingers were. He looked at her again, his big hand wrapping around hers, sharing his warmth. "I told you, there's no one else. Didn't you believe me?"

Milka mumbled, "No, I just forgot."

Mars studied her face. He'd meant to tease her, maybe get her to snap at him, but instead, he saw another side of her—soft, uncertain, way more vulnerable than he'd realized.

Milka really had zero sense of security.

“So, what did you all talk about today?" Mars switched gears, hoping to lighten things up.

That question triggered something in Milka. “You said Annie was violent, right? Well, I asked around today, and turns out, she's not at all.”

"Who'd you ask?” Mars raised an eyebrow.

"The

were talking to? If Annie ever went up

you mean?” Milka

the air. “I mean Mia's way tougher than Annie. If it came down to a fight, Annie wouldn't

always smiling. “No way!

station so many times for fighting, she practically has her own seat there. When Andre first got married, he

troublemakers. Mia, Molly, Leo, Anya, Henry—the whole crew. Don't believe me? Ask Annie. She'll

So much

wasn't fully convinced. “Mars, are you messing

secret, but caught himself. "Honestly, out of everyone at dinner today, you're the only one who hasn't gotten a taste of police hospitality. The rest? They're basically

eyes widened. "What about Wayne? He's so polite, never gets in trouble. Even if he gets dragged into something, I can't see

smirked. “His dad's the deputy chief at the precinct. What do you

sat