Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number

After a brutal breakup and one too many whiskies, Arielle Lawson makes the mistake she swore she’d never repeat—she calls her ex. She never saved his number; she memorized it. Heart memory. Muscle memory. Bad-decision memory. But the man who answers isn’t Daniel. He’s calm. Controlled. Amused by the drunken stranger ranting about betrayal, wasted years, and ruined wedding plans. Arielle hangs up, mortified, convinced the mistake ends there. It doesn’t. Because the number she dialed belongs to Kael Virelli, the elusive leader of a multi-million-dollar anti-government underground syndicate known as The Black Ledger—a man feared by politicians, hunted by intelligence agencies, and obeyed without question. Kael should forget the call. He should erase the number. Instead, he calls back. What begins as anonymous late-night conversations becomes a dangerous ritual neither of them can break. Arielle finds comfort in the mysterious stranger who listens without judgment and understands her in ways no one ever has. Kael becomes addicted to the only person who speaks to him like he’s human—not a weapon, not a myth. Then fate intervenes. When Arielle unknowingly witnesses a violent operation tied to The Black Ledger, the voice she trusts becomes the name everyone fears. Overnight, she transforms from a stranger into a liability—a loose end that Kael’s world would normally erase without hesitation. But Arielle isn’t just anyone. She’s the woman who called him at his most human… and made him answer. Now Kael must choose between protecting the empire he built in shadows or protecting the girl who accidentally dialed her way into his life. Because in a world of secrets, betrayal, and blood money, the most dangerous mistake he ever made wasn’t answering the call. It was falling for the girl who made it.

The day I was supposed to win the biggest award of my career, I walked in on my boyfriend, Ethan, in bed with another woman. He sneered, calling me a face-blind, scent-deaf bore in bed. I planned to expose his ass at the award ceremony. Instead, he and his lover mowed me down with their car. Next thing I knew, I woke up with them in an S-class horror survival game. Mortality rate: over 95%. We had to survive ten days in a haunted manor to be revived. Hit 100 on your Anxiety Level, and your soul is obliterated. Chloe, Ethan's lover, sneered. "Sensory defects? You can't recognize ghosts or smell danger. In a horror game, that’s a death sentence. You might as well just die." The others heard her and scrambled to team up. Me? I walked straight into the lair of the manor's final boss. The most powerful demon in the game wanted to devour my soul. I couldn't really see him. I just thought he was a cosplayer. I lunged forward, poked his abs, and pointed at the glowing crack in his chest. "Wow, you're really committed to the role. This getup must've cost a fortune."

The whole world got sucked into a survival horror game. While everyone else was grinding mobs and trying not to get wiped, the system bugged out and tagged me as an NPC. My role? Takeout girl. I cruised around on my busted scooter, dropping food at boss lairs. If my rating dipped under 9.0, I'd keel over instantly. I figured I was just some unlucky idiot skating on death's edge. Then a pack of dumb players tried to jack my ride. That's when the scariest bosses in the game roared at once: "Who the hell thinks they can touch my crew?!"

A simple 2nd year college student taking management accounting hardly surviving everyday of her miserable life. Her name is Lyrical Hayze Montero. She's an only child and a province girl. She's underprivileged, but is still doing her best to survive. She may look innocent, but she has the kinkiest mind that was influenced by her stripper friend slash classmate. One day, she suddenly received a call from an unknown number and because of her stupid curiosity, she answered the call. The husky and baritone voice was on the other line saying to meet him in one of the most expensive cafe in town. And since she is as stupid as a one year old girl, she went in that cafe. Only to find out that she just went to a gun trafficking business deal. And the freaking mafia lord just suddenly started claiming her. She never imagined that her one simple life would turn into a roller coaster ride. But, there was one problem. She was mistaken by the mafia lord of someone else. And they both found out about it a little too late.

I am a miserable nurse. During the Halloween season, there was a three day break but I was not given any days off. Upset, I decided to join a game featuring a haunted hospital. There was an old man wrapped in IV tubes chasing after a player. I sprinted forward and shoved him into the chair. After effortlessly jabbing the IV line back in him, I told him off, "It’s just an IV drip, not an action movie. Sit. Down. Move again and I’ll strap you to the chair!" The old man did a double take before blinking in a flustered manner. "Sorry for causing you trouble, ma'am." At night, children ghosts began to run and laugh wildly in the corridor. I grabbed one in each hand and hauled them up. "If you’re not going to stay put in the ward, I’ll give you an injection!" Why did I still have to work in a game? I was so tired. The other players cried out, "Clem! That's a ghost. Are you not scared?" I sneered, "Sorry, but burnt-out workers hold more grudges than ghosts ever could."

Lilith's parents taught her that everyone deserved a second chance, including the devil. But her parents are dead, along side her baby brother, and Lilith doesn't believe that the man responsible is even worth the consideration of second chance. Lilith Hayes and Javier Escobar were childhood best friends and each other's first love. But they got separated at sixteen when Javier's father had a business breakthrough and he had to move to Mexico. Before he left, Lilith and Javier promised to find each other when they got older to continue their love story, but that's just what it was. A silly teenage promise. Because nine years later, when they find each other, they're both on the opposite, yet same sides of the world. Lilith is an undercover FBI agent, sent to infilterate one of the most powerful mafia houses in Mexico–Los Muertos, and to gather dirt on the Head of House. And Javier? He's the Head of Los Muertos. When Lilith infilterates his world under the false name of Dakota Alister, she discovers three things. One: Javier is no longer the chubby nerd she was in love with. He's grown into a sexy ruthless devil who believes that love is just another form of weakness. Two: He still owned every inch of her body and heart, now even more so when he's a hardened criminal with the looks of a god. And even though she hates him to death for killing her family, her Judas of a body still responds to him. Three: The underworld is a game of survival and if she wants to kill him, she has to survive first.