The Strip

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

Lenny
I had an addiction.
This addiction was so much worse than drugs or alcohol. An addiction to money.

Money ruled my world, it consumed me in ways I couldn't describe.

I never believed in those stories I would read in my books, or the ones I'd watch in all those movies. I always thought it was a load of bullshit.

But in what world would I let love get in the way of my money? Especially when they could be the ones to jeopardise everything I have ever worked for?

Now here's one better, let's forget about love, why the hell would I ever let Harry Styles fuck up anything for me?

Simple answer.
I wouldn't.

Harry
She once told me that The Strip was a game, one that she thrived to play.

There was much more to her than meets the eyes and boy was I eager to find what made her so intriguing to me.

Once I discovered who she really was, it only made me want more.

There's a fine line between dangerous and murderous, and I was out for blood.