To be hellish is to be devilish or ungodly.
Harry Styles and Wren Parker, members of their parent's opposing legacies, were raised into a inevitable hatred towards one another.
Wren's mother, commonly known as Farfalla Rossa by her opponents, is the leader of a major mafia organization in the region. Her top competitor, a man that goes by the name Vernon, is set on retrieving a mystery item from a banquet hosted by a filthy rich man in his own mansion. Unfortunately, Farfalla Rossa was after this object as well.
The man's impenetrable premises have top security, making it nearly impossible to break through.
Nearly.
Vernon's son, Harry is a criminal mastermind. Credited with numerous robberies, murders and successful deals, breaking free from the law each time. They can't catch him and he knew it. He was smug and arrogant. The perfect qualifier to lead and achieve this operation. But to his surprise, someone equivalent to his skill set would be taking a role in this mission too.
Harry was accompanied by his mates, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall. Liam could get the truth out of anyone whether it was with his words or fists. Louis treated the whole thing like a game, one only he can win. Zayn excelled in weaponry and stealth, he could end someone in the blink of an eye. Niall planned each task, playing out every single possible outcome over and over. Niall's plans never went to shit. Never.
Then there was Harry. He was clever, confident and attractive, making it easy to fool anyone who got in the way, simply with a charming grin.
Wren, independent and sly, worked strictly alone.
For decades, the rival mafias lived in eternal malice, murdering each other's kind in cold blood.
Until now.
The two are after the same trophy: Keeping their family's name alive. They have more similarities than they think and they'd do anything to deny it but what happens when they can't?
Little did they know, they were each other's one way ticket to Hell.
I met him on the wrong side of midnight.
London was supposed to be my chance to outrun the past, to bury the ghosts.
But I've learned that ghosts don't stay buried, and neither do secrets.
Now, I'm caught in a dangerous game.
And danger isn't something you escape.
It catches you.
----
"And right now, I bet it's eating you alive," he murmurs. "Trying to figure out if I'm your executioner or your guardian angel."
I swallow hard. "What do you want from me?"
"Now that," he leans in just enough to make my pulse jump, "is the right question."
--
Harry is widely known as one of the most feared underground fighters London has ever seen.
Olivia runs to London to escape the ghosts of her past and reinvent herself.
But what happens when a cruel twist of fate brings them together?
**
contains violence, drug use, mental health issues, grief, sexual content, strong language.