Pretty And The Predator

Fico's Book.

There's something about Fico, isn't there?

The way he never says much. The way his loyalty to Alessandro is absolute, but you always wondered... what would happen if he found something worth being disloyal for?

You asked.

I heard you.

And I've been thinking about it non-stop.

I know who she is now. The woman who'll make him forget every vow he's ever made. The one who'll make him choose her over everything else. She's not what you expect. She's broken in ways that will make you ache. But she's also fierce in ways that'll make you cheer.

Their story is going to hurt. It's going to be messy and it's going to be everything you've been asking for.

So tell me, when do you want it?

❤️‍🔥 ASAP (I'll go feral and start posting tomorrow)

❤️‍🔥 Next week

To help you, here's a little description (just so you know what you're in for) : 

She escaped one monster. She didn't realize she'd run straight into the arms of another.

Aisling Jones was supposed to be on vacation. And her vacation was supposed to be nothing but sun, sand, and a break from the suffocating weight of being the Irish mob's princess. Instead, she watched her friends die. She was taken. She was sold. She was broken in ways that will never fully heal.

When she finally escapes, she runs through the streets of New York barefoot, bleeding, and wearing nothing but the shredded remnants of the nightmare she has been trying to run from. She doesn't know where she's going. She just needs to be free.

Then she sees the headlights.

And everything goes black.

Francisco "Fico" Torricelli is the chief lieutenant of the New York Famiglia. He's Alessandro Rossi's most trusted soldier and his shadow. He doesn't do attachments. He doesn't do weakness. And he definitely doesn't do the spoiled, untouchable daughter of Conor "Papa" Jones.

But he's noticed her. For four years, he's watched her from across crowded rooms, memorized the sound of her laugh, catalogued the way her smile never quite reaches her eyes. He told himself it was nothing, a passing fancy, a fantasy he'd never act on.

Then she collapses in front of his car, and every lie he's told himself shatters.

She doesn't recognize him. She doesn't know who he is or what he does. She just knows she's scared, and broken, and desperate enough to beg a stranger not to send her home.

He should call her family. He should tell Alessandro. He should do the right thing.

Instead, he takes her to his penthouse. He hides her from the world. He watches over her, and he falls deeper into an obsession he can't control and refuses to name for what it is.

Because Aisling Jones is not just any woman.

She's the one person who can destroy him.

And the moment she stops looking at him like he's a threat and starts looking at him like he's her savior, Fico knows he will never let her go.

But the monsters who took her are still out there. Her family is tearing the world apart looking for her. And Fico's carefully constructed world—his loyalty to Rossi, his place in the Famiglia, his reputation as a man with no heart—is about to implode.

Because when you love a monster, you have to be willing to become one too.

And Francisco Torricelli has never been more ready to burn.

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See you soon! ❤️

- Sabrina