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.
Harry's hand came up slowly, his knuckles brushing her jawline with an infuriatingly gentle touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. "You know this can't be undone," he murmured, his voice rough, almost a growl. It wasn't a question; it was a warning, his way of giving her one last chance to walk away from the edge.
Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to keep her composure. "I know," she whispered, her voice steady despite the chaos erupting inside her. "I don't care anymore."
//When Amara Reed, the daughter of a feared mafia leader dares to walk away from the family empire, she finds herself caught in a web of betrayal, power, and secrets she can't outrun. Her defiance puts a target on her back, but nothing prepares her for Harry-her captor, her interrogator, and the wild card in a game she doesn't fully understand.
With piercing green eyes, tattoos that tell stories he'll never share, and a devil-may-care smirk, he's both infuriatingly cocky and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more complicated as their sharp banter and electric tension reveal cracks in their carefully constructed walls.
She's determined not to break. He's determined to uncover every secret she's hiding. But as their worlds collide, the line between captor and captive blurs, leaving them both questioning who's really in control-and what it will cost them when the truth finally comes out.
In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, how do you escape the chains of the past when the person holding the key might be the one who could destroy you?