Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1195

As the crew lounged casually in the back of the car, one of them quipped, "Mind if I borrow your silencer? My pistol’s loud as a firecracker, and I’d rather not wake the neighborhood. I’m still trying to keep my good-guy reputation intact."

"Tell you what, I'll pop off a round first, and then we can trade," came the laid-back reply.

Meanwhile, tucked away in a narrow alley, Greg and his team of five hitmen were poised for an ambush, clearly outgunned but ready to spring the trap.

"Enough chit-chat, let's wrap this up," someone said, breaking the tension.

In a flash, guns were trained with precision on the group in the middle.

"Who are you? If you're with the Dark Web and you fancy staying alive, clear out!" barked one of the hitmen.

"Well, thanks for the heads-up. You're just the folks we're after. Charge!"

Shots rang out from a hidden stash, and chaos erupted as people charged. The alley echoed with the sounds of struggle, while two sharp-dressed men stood guard at either end, making sure no one slipped away.

Greg spotted a chance to make a run for it but froze as a gun barrel pressed against his forehead...

A short while later, more men showed up, rounding up the injured and bundling them into cars.

The alley soon returned to its usual tranquility, the blood cleaned up by those intent on making things right.

Three wounded cops, one in dire straits, were lucky to get help from quick-thinking bystanders, who stabilized him until the ambulance whisked him off to the hospital, saving his life.

"Thank goodness for the quick actions, buying us precious time," the lead surgeon noted.