Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"Mrs. Cedillo really knows her stuff," Aimee remarked as she strolled through the garden with Mia. "Those two guys are hitmen from the Dark Web, which is this shady platform where all sorts of illegal stuff goes down. When Patrick was talking, I picked up on it. The guy who tried to take out my brother-in-law yesterday? Also a Dark Web hitman. Turns out, he knows my bodyguard too."

Mia squinted slightly, "Dark Web? Like the underworld?" Greg? Internet, computers...

"What was that?" Aimee asked, not catching what Mia said.

Mia shook her head, "Oh, nothing." She mulled over the idea, wondering if Leo's comment that night hinted at Greg being tied to the Dark Web.

"We're here," Aimee said, pointing to the basement. She went ahead, talking to the two guards in a way Mia couldn't quite understand. But it was clear from Aimee's hands-on-hips stance and stern look, "Since when did the Hernandez family start following orders from anyone but my Patrick, ignoring what I say?"

The guards lowered their heads, staying silent.

Aimee waved Mia over, "Mrs. Cedillo, this way."

Mia caught up, "Is your husband the only one who can handle you?"

"Oh, how'd you guess? Is it the same at your place?"

Mia nodded, "Not just at my place. Let's swap numbers later. I've got a drama queen at home who only listens to her Chad too."

Aimee chuckled, "Looks like we have a lot to chat about."

As they entered the basement, they were met with the sight of a man, battered and bloodied, chained to a pillar, clearly having gone through some rough treatment, now unconscious.

Mia wanted to check for any identifying marks to confirm her hunch, without resorting to violence...noveldrama

Suddenly, Ms. Aimee tossed a bucket of scalding hot water right at the hitman.

Mia jumped back, startled by the bold move.

Ms. Aimee, fuming, yelled, "Trying to kill at my son's christening? I'll burn you alive."

The man jolted awake, hissing at the two women, "If you're going to kill me, just get it over with."

Aimee searched around, ready to hit him again, "Letting you off easy would be too generous."

While Aimee let off steam, Mia searched for proof.

She bent down, inspecting the man's arm for a mole she remembered talking about with MollyLeo.

Mia moved behind the pillar, rolled~~

up the man's sleeve, and there it

was the familiar mole that jogged her memory about their previous encounter. texample.com

Just then, Ms. Aimee's harsh taunts pushed the hitman over the edge, "This is what a hitman looks like? Pathetic."

Feeling insulted, the hitman struggled to break free.

Mia, standing on a table, tested a few sticks for the right feel, picked one, and without hesitation, whacked the man on the back of his head.

The hitman slumped, unconscious again.

A newfound fan clapped, "Quick and clean, just like yesterday."

Mia's suspicions were confirmed, and she dropped the stick, "We've

My

seen the hitman, let's head owling

son's a mama's boy; he'll be bawling his eyes out if I'm gone too long." texample.com

In the Hernandez family garden, Henry's cries left the two hitmen completely baffled. The little one's crying was both heart-wrenching and adorable, leaving them clueless about how to soothe him. texample.com