Holy. Fucking. Shit. I bought this book because I thought the cover was stunning. NEVER did I expect a novel to be this complex, captivating, and alluring.
I am admittedly a sucker for a good enemies-to-lovers, mob story but The Predator takes you on a journey that you would never expect. With every new chapter, there is another twist and turn that makes your head spin. Despite little nuggets of foreshadowing to wet the appetite of ending-guessers like myself, when you finish the last page, you are left utterly speechless.
There are so many moments in this book that my heart was racing because of the well-written drama and the intense sexual angst between the two main characters.
Two words to summarize this book: Absolutely. Stunning.
Morana Vitalio is the daughter of one of the mob’s most notorious bosses but she also happens to be a brilliant coder. Despite being sheltered her whole life, she is Fiercely independent. She has spent her life surrounded by death and the scariest men of the mob, but that has “trained” her to never be afraid and to never back down. That is until a vital piece of code is stolen from her midst. This code has the potential to start a war between the two most prominent mob families and she will stop at nothing to prevent that. Even if that means killing the most feared man of her families’ rival gang, The Predator, Tristan Caine.
Tristan Caine is an “outsider” and isn’t a member of the mob by blood, but by adoption. It’s unclear why the exception has been made for him, but there is no man in the mob or outside of the mob that doesn’t fear Tristan.
That is until he is introduced to the firecracker that is Morana Vitalio. Despite being in rival gangs, Tristan and his brother Dante, want to avoid the same war that Morano is hoping to prevent. These unlikely allies hope to prevent the war, but drama seems to chase them as they all continue to work together.
Morana: AUTHORS AROUND THE WORLD, WE NEED MORE WOMEN LIKE MORANA AS HEROINES! She’s brilliant and not afraid to acknowledge her own brilliance. She is also fearless and despite her exceedingly lonely life, has was able to get an education. She has access to money but she’s not materialistic and takes pride in things being hers – mainly her trusty Ford Mustang.
Tristan: I WANT. Firstly, I find it rare that people write about scary and mysterious men with the visual characteristics as Tristan. Mysterious men are always tall, dark, and handsome but I am so happy to have an anti-hero with the characteristics I find most attractive (see My Husband). He’s a menacing and intense force that eats up all of the space around him. He’s had a hard up-bringing due to his lack of family, and is the only man to be adopted in the the “Family”.
Let’s Talk About (the) Sex, Baby!
Fucking. Hell. This is what I want out of a forbidden, angsty, enemies to lovers romance. Holy shit – I was SWEATING. The scenes are not dark at all but they are so freaking intense you cannot even deal. There are only a few actual sex scenes in here but every interaction between these two are hot and so freaking intense, I could hardly even stand it.
‘We have been honest so far, Ms. Vitalio,’ he murmured. ‘I’ll be honest now. I despise you but I want you. Fuck it, I do. And I want you out of my system.’
There are so many vivid scenes between these two that you can almost taste the pain that their attraction causes one another.
A current zinged through her body, making her toes curl in her heels, the scent of her own arousal wafting up to her, making her even wetter. One of his hands circling the front of her neck, the other plowing into her folds expertly, his eyes holding her captive.
This book is utterly beautiful. There are so many different sentences that I highlighted throughout these pages that are done so only because of how beautifully they are crafted.
Secrets were the stones that paved these roads. Threats were the truths that lay in this ground, morbid tales of lost men to never be seen again ringing around in the wind.
I MEAN, COME ON! FREAKING BEAUTIFUL.
There are a few running themes throughout this book – mostly blood and the color of blood – but with each page, RuNyx adds these seemingly irrelevant environmental descriptors that force your imagination to draft the scene in more than just imagery.
Thunder crackled outside, almost as though the skies were having a laugh at her expense.