Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Mars had hurt his tailbone again. Holding his backside, he stood awkwardly while everyone else lounged comfortably on the sofa. Andre shot him a glance, "Some things never change."

Mars opened his mouth to shoot back, "Andre, have you ever-Nope, my bad, I'll zip it!" But as soon as Andre started to rise, Mars quickly backed off.

Teddy strolled over. "Andre, why am I not in the loop?" he asked.

"You're our ace in the hole, only to be played when absolutely necessary," Andre explained. "Conner and Asher were the first to be exposed, then me. Mars is just tagging along, not really important. Teddy, you need to stay under the radar." Teddy, ever the gentleman, crossed his legs casually. "The Dark Web didn't get the show they wanted. They're probably plotting something sneaky."

Conner chimed in, "They're always plotting something."

Andre's eyes darkened as he replied, "Whatever tricks the Dark Web has planned, I've accepted their 'gift.' I hope they'll appreciate what I've sent back."

Conner reassured him, "Relax, everything's sorted. The Dark Web's going to get a 'satisfying' surprise."

Asher added, "Why are we talking shop? Am I the only one thinking about my godson?"

The room fell silent. Asher, ever the softie, looked at Andre, "Andre, where's my boy?"

"He'll be with you tonight," Andre promised.

As dusk fell, Andre arrived at the Crescent Park private suite with his chubby son, Henry. The group rushed to greet them, accidentally scaring Henry into tears as he frantically searched for his dad.noveldrama

Who's that dark and mysterious guy? Why is his godfather walking funny with his hands on his rear? Why isn't Conner, who's standing way over there, holding him? And what's with the handsome dude trying to smooch him?

Later, in the private room, the four godfathers surrounded Henry, who stood crying on the coffee table. It was like a little circus act, with the table as Henry's stage and the guys on the sofa as his audience.

When Andre came in, Henry, with his little pouty bottom, crawled off the table and rushed to his dad.

As Andre was fixing his formula, Henry kicked and spilled it everywhere.

While Andre was on the phone, Henry crawled over, babbling for attention.

When a box of cigars was placed on the table, Henry reached for it, but his godfather Asher quickly hid it. Henry clambered into Asher's fap to search, and as he dug into Asher's back, he found something intriguing.

The room erupted into panic: "Andre, hurry! Your son has Asher's gun!"

Asher was on the edge of a meltdown, "Andre, it's loaded!" He always kept it ready just in case, not anticipating this situation.

Andre dropped everything immediately. Five grown men were in a tizzy because

of a toddler's antics. If it were a toy gun, it wouldn't be an issue, but Asher had been carrying a real, loaded firearm.

How did the little guy manage to get it from Asher's back?

Henry bawled hysterically, tears streaming down his cheeks.

His chubby face was cradled protectively by one godfather, while Conner and

Mars each held onto one of his tiny feet.