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 against Mia, Annie would be the one running

mean?” Milka was

“I mean Mia's

thought of Mia—sweet, gentle, always smiling. “No

“You're too innocent. Mia's been to the police station so many times for fighting, she practically has her

they'd know all about the Cedillo family troublemakers. Mia, Molly,

So much for judging

“Mars, are you messing

climbing. “Why would I make this up? Mia is also—” He almost spilled another 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 on a first-name basis with the

Wayne? He's so polite, never gets in trouble. Even if he gets dragged

deputy chief at the precinct. What do

just sat there,