Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1522

Newtown.

Mr. Nettleton’s basement.

“Boss, the trackers are on them,” someone reported quietly.

Conner lounged in a single armchair, one leg tossed over the side, and announced, “Weapons ready. Let’s move.”

Out on the edge of town, a squad got the word from home base. They loaded their guns and charged into the abandoned lot without a second thought.

“Miles, Conner’s crew just showed up with six more cars—looks like about twenty people. We’ve only got eighteen on our end,” someone whispered. With the earlier group, Conner’s numbers were over thirty now.

“Target’s Maja. Fall back. Let Conner’s guys have their fun inside,” Miles replied coolly.

The Dark Web crew shared a glance, then all eyes landed on Maja.

Dropping their original plan, they hustled straight over to her. “We’re leaving,” one of them said in a low voice.

Quinn watched the change in mood. He knew there was a sniper hidden somewhere—during the earlier chaos, no one had a clear shot, which was probably why the shooting hadn’t started. “They’re pulling out. Everyone, stay low,” he murmured.

The group melted back into cover.

Hidden in the brush, the frustrated sniper, annoyed by Conner’s noisy crew, muttered a curse.

He lost his temper and fired a wild burst into the bushes.

No response. Instead, he just gave away his spot.

From the newcomers, one didn’t hesitate—he lined up his sights and fired straight at the sniper behind the leaves. The man dropped from his perch in the tree.

“Well, so much for playing hero. They beat us to it,” Quinn said dryly from behind a stand of bushes.

“Quinn, should we head out?”

He shook his head. “Some folks in Dark Web like to rush things, but not all of them. Besides, snipers are rare. Take one out, and the rest will just hide and wait for payback.”

“We can’t just squat here forever, though.”

Conner’s phone buzzed. He picked up.

“Boss, it’s done.”

Conner’s voice was cold. “That’s not what I want to hear.”

“Martin—he got shot in the leg.”

Conner swallowed hard. “Keep me posted with any updates.”

On his screen, a red dot crept steadily along the map—Dark Web had Maja, bringing her back to their base.

Maja, hood pulled down low, gritted her teeth. She wanted to curse Conner’s whole team for being so useless. That firefight had been a waste—nothing but noise. She’d actually thought Conner had come up with something good.

Turns out, it was all just a show for her benefit.

Somewhere along the way, she felt hands patting her down. “I don’t have a tracker,” she snapped.