"Welcome to Hard Liquor. A club mixed with a bit of intellect," Harry whispered on the crook of my neck, fanning the whisk of his warm breath on the most sensitive part of my skin. His sharp smirk gleamed prominently as blood trickled down his cheeks, on the bridge of his nose, and seeped its way into his mouth. I was trapped in my own chokehold of horror, fluttering my eyes inconsistently at the feeling of his breath stroking my nape. • Formerly known as Hard Liquor / H.S. •

Harry Styles. 23. A cold-blooded killer whose loyalties lie strongly with his father. He will do anything to keep their gang safe, even if that means having to marry the girl he hates the most. Eden Crawford. 19. A strong and innocent face, being the only daughter and woman left in her father's life, means making and sacrificing everything she believes in. Liam Styles and George Crawford are life long friends, being two of the biggest cartel bosses in the world, their enemies are hot on their tails. The Crawfords seek extra protection from the Styles and the only way to obtain it, is if their youngest or only child seeks a hand in marriage with the other of past traditions. Will the plan work? Could two enemies be forced to marry soon fall for one another? Or was that really the plan all along...

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic