Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

"I'm the real godfather, the rest are just fakes. Come here and let your real godfather give you a hug," Asher said as he playfully scooped Henry from Mars's arms.

Mars had been on the phone, aware that Andre was bringing his son today, so he slyly kept the news to himself, positioning himself closest to the door to be the first to claim Henry.

Sure enough, as soon as Andre walked in, a handsome face appeared in front of him and his son. "Son, your godfather has missed you so much," Asher cooed.

Henry looked terrified as he landed in the arms of his white godfather. Before he could even process what was happening, another intimidating figure with a scarred face, another godfather, swooped in to snatch him away. And it didn't end there; a refined man with glasses smiled gently, like a kidnapper offering candy, and said, "Son, let your godfather Yannick give you a hug."

Then there was Connor, a familiar face, "Come here to daddy, the rest of them are just troublemakers."

"Wahhh." Overwhelmed, Henry burst into tears, reaching out with little arms, tearfully looking for his dad's comforting embrace.

Andre stepped forward to pick him up, but the four men wouldn't give up. They huddled around, each trying to cuddle Henry, rubbing their faces against his, showing how much they adored him.

Andre headed to the water cooler, grabbed a baby bottle, and pulled out some formula from his pocket, slipping into his role as a devoted dad.

"What happened to Asher's face?" Andre asked.

Asher chuckled as he gently held Henry's tiny hand. "Caught off guard, nothing major."

Andre prepared the formula, expertly swirling the bottle, "Who did it?"

"We took care of it, didn't get much info though," Asher replied.

The men lounged on the sofa with Henry, each trying to make him laugh, although Henry's tears continued to fall like lost pearls.

Andre finished mixing the formula, handed the bottle to his son, and said, "Go on, you're so hungry you don't even have the energy to cry."

But Henry refused the bottle, wanting only his dad's arms around him.

Finally, Andre bent down, scooped up his son with one arm, and offered him the bottle, which Henry eagerly began to drink from.

The five men sat together, with Andre standing out, cradling his little one.

"Andre, being a milk dad doesn't seem to be making life easier for you. You take your son everywhere. Where's your wife?" Connor teased, seeking 'payback' for the previous night when Andre had revealed some details about Annie and him. Andre shot a glance at his brother, swiftly turning the tables, "What's with the scratches on your neck?"

Everyone turned to Connor, surprised to see the marks, clearly made by a woman's nails.

Asher joked, "Wow, Connor, who ambushed you? Did you handle it? Daring enough to attack the thirteenth head of the Nettleton family, that's reckless. Tell us who it was, and we'll get revenge for you."

"Get lost," Connor grumbled, irritated by the mention of his neck.

"Last night, Andre said women love checks, so I offered her one, and she ripped it up. I chased after her, offered her money, and she nearly arrested me for bribing a cop and even considered investigating me. I'm so frustrated, with nowhere to vent," Connor complained. Mars chimed in cheekily, "Connor, they were asking about your neck. Stick to the topic."

Connor sighed, "...She scratched me, okay?"

Teddy asked, "Why would she scratch you out of the blue?"

Connor hesitated, embarrassed to explain.

"Asher, your face is messed up, you look like a beast. How are you going to find a wife now?"

Asher retorted, "Look who's talking, why drag me into this?"

Soon, Henry finished his formula, raising the empty bottle to show his dad, signaling for some praise.

Andre ruffled his son's round head and set him down, "Stay put, while I wash your bottle."

As soon as Andre put Henry down, the boy was snatched up again.

Despite their conversation, the four men never forgot to dote on their godson.

"Maja's whereabouts are still unknown. We've dealt with some traitors, but they all deny seeing Maja. There's a gap in the surveillance footage that can't be fixed. It's baffling how a whole person can just disappear," Connor said. "What about Leo?" Andre asked.

Connor shook his head, "Leo can't

help either. He wanted to go back to

met

the dark web for me, but I refused. Searching the dark web is like looking for a needle in a haystack; we cant risk exposing him. I heard the last known location was Havenbrook, and now all the undercover agents are here."

Andre remained indifferent.

Teddy asked, "Are you sure Emmery is completely out of the picture?"

Connor nodded, Emmery had been his toughest fival, even as a brother, but in the end, Connor pushed him~ to the brink, known for his ruthlessness. He even made the woman who killed his mother watch her proud son fall, driving her mad. This was Connor's revenge.

"Emmery, with his mother's family backing, was your strongest competitor for head of the family. Did you get rid of all his followers?" Teddy asked, recalling the chaos in the Nettleton family.

That night, Connor's rebellion secured him as head of the family. Among the five brothers, none were innocent.

Connor replied, "I've dealt with most of them, left a few alone."

Teddy poured himself some tea, and said gently, "If you don't root out the weeds completely, they'll grow back with the spring breeze. Better to remove them all."

After washing the bottle, Andre rejoined them on the sofa. "Was one of Emmery's supporters Chapman Inc?" Andre asked.

Connor looked at Andre, surprised by his keen insight.

The other brothers watched Connor, while Henry focused on his dad, who had returned with his clean little bottle.

Henry slid down from godfather Yannick's arms, his chubby little body slowly making its way to his dad by the sofa.

Connor nodded, "The An family's downfall was partly my doing; it was revenge, but I didn't push them to the edge. It was Annie's family, and I didn't want to turn lovers into enemies." Mars looked curiously at Andre, "How did you know one of them was part of the Ashton family?"

Andre's gaze softened as he watched his son inch closer. When Henry reached him, he let go of the sofa and raised his arms for a hug, giggling as he lunged into his father's arms. The little charmer had worked his magic.

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Andre laughed as he gathered his son, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Connor isn't known for being gentle; a man with ulterior motives doesn't wait for As to accuse him before he cleans house. The few he left untouched are just to save face, to avoid gossip. No ties, no emotions, no reason to spare his former rivals. Unless, out of love for one person, he chooses to protect a whole family."

Connor nodded, "Suppressing them without driving them to despair."