"You'd be wise to tell me the truth. Which racer would the Circuit rather see dead?"
"Redline."
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The Circuit is the top name in underground car racing - an elite, globally connected syndicate operating secretly beneath multiple polished fronts. Each season, it attracts blacklisted professional racers, unknown talents, and secret donors who are all chasing high-stake wins on illegal, unpredictable tracks.
With a new season approaching, the racing world remains unsettled by the shocking conclusion to last year's run - and the role Harry Styles played in it. Known as Redline, his reputation was built on unmatched speed and precision. But a collision at the final race ended his most recent season just short of the win, and rumors suggest he hasn't quite recovered. Still, his brand can't afford to disappear.
If he can't race, Redline still has to.
He needs a ghost driver; someone who can match his skill, win under his name, and navigate the pressure the Circuit demands.
Val has several lurking issues of her own. As a getaway driver for organized criminals, her life depends on speed, discretion, and skill. When she betrays a top client, she needs a way out - and fast.
Unbeknownst to her, an offer is already lingering nearby.
Deals are made. Obstacles lurk in each city. And two stubborn individuals must work together to ensure that Redline finishes this next season on top.
Harry Styles-heir of the rival family-murdered Sienna Moretti's father. She's sworn to end him. But when the Camorra's puts a price on both of their heads, they are forced into the same shadows.
In a world where loyalty is lethal and love is a weakness, Sienna will have to decide: Will she bury him... or fall for the devil who ruined her life?
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The words die in my throat when I hear an obnoxious noise ring out from behind me.
Clapping.
I push on my crutches, shifting to turn around. My eyes are met with a man-clad in a black suit-standing a few feet away from me, white hot seeing range pulses through every fibre of my being at the sight of him.
Harry Styles.
His green eyes pierce into mine, a cocky smirk plastered on his face, clapping his palms with a cigarette rested between his index and forefinger while he leant against a tree.
"If I thought putting Vincent in the ground would make you this fragile," he drawls, voice dripping with venom as he places the cigarette between his lips. "I would've done it sooner."
Entwine • verb: wind or twist together; interweave.