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 hate you." Was all I could manage to say, given the fact that I was battling my emotions.
I just lost all four of my brothers, and I'm being taken by our most greatest rival. We've been enemies for centuries. Our gangs have never gotten along because we always treat each other with disrespect and steal each other's junk. Not to mention we go into each other's territory and rob what could of been theirs.
There's no doubt in my mind I will be treated horribly while I'm in the arms of my enemies. They won't show any mercy and they will be very abusive when needed. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if they beat me up because they were bored.
"Well guess what? We hate you too." Harry commented before he slammed the door shut and made his way to the passenger seat.
"I'd say get comfortable and enjoy the ride since it's gonna be long. But since you're the f***ing enemy, have fun living in hell for the rest of your life darling. Your life is in my hands now." Harry grinned evilly as I felt my breath hitch in the back of my throat.