--My fingers tangled in the sheets, head pressed back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut. Every nerve in my body lit up under her, and all I could do was breathe her name like it was the only word I still remembered. "Nova...-" I whisper her name like it's a prayer, my mouth left open as I try to catch my breath. "fuck Nova" She pulled back just enough to look at me, lips swollen, eyes dark. "Still kicking?" she teased softly. I let out a shaky laugh, breathless. "Barely." ---------------------------- THIS ENTIRE PLOT IS LIKE DUPLICITY! STARTING AT DAYTONA. ^^ smut included!!

"He told me the first rule was loyalty. The second was obedience. The third? Never fall for the boss." When I met Harry Styles, I didn't know he ran the city's most feared mafia. I didn't know he'd pull me into his world of blood, power, and secrets - or that he'd decide I was worth training. Now I spend my nights learning how to fight, how to shoot, how to survive... all while trying to ignore the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. But in this world, every choice has a cost. And the closer I get to earning his trust, the closer I am to losing my heart. Because Harry doesn't just want loyalty - he wants all of me. ---------------------------- She had hair the color of champagne - naturally soft, messy curls that she worked hard to tame into a sleek, straight style every day, though a few rebellious strands always escaped. Her skin was sun-kissed from years of walking everywhere instead of driving, and her wide hazel eyes gave her an innocence that didn't quite match the sharp tongue she carried. Petite but strong, with a wiry sort of muscle that came from working on her feet all day, she looked more like trouble than she realized.