"Marcell." Olivia gasped. I captured her bottom lip between mine.
"Hush," I said. She was putty in my arms.
I was dirty, sick, and marked by death, and like some selfish succubus, I was sucking the purity out of the one thing in my life that had light. Always terrified of the darkness that threatened to take me over.
***
The old men of the Chicago Syndicate threaten to overthrow Marcell from being Don.
Olivia struggles as Junior Associate in Chicago's most prestigious law firm.
Two souls destined for each other in a world designed to keep them apart.
***
"What's this?"
Marcell's shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, revealing his muscled chest.
"Neutral ground," Marcell said. He took slow steps towards me. "It's neither yours, nor is it mine."
"It's ours." His hands found purchase on my hips. "We are just Olivia and Marcell. A man. A woman."
"What do you need, Marcell?"
"You."

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Blind Trust with the Don

“Sorry, I’m almost done.” I apologized to Pauly, who seemed lighter after his lunch with Ellie. 


I kept finding myself distracted throughout the day as I wrote the report of the findings for Tolbert that he had demanded that I sent to him by the end of the day. My mind was evenly divided between Marcell, worried with if he was just saying he wasn’t upset at me, and Pauly if he was okay with me crossing the line.


“Can you stop and finish it tomorrow?” Pauly asked from the doorway. 


The sun outside my windows was fully on its way down, casting a golden hue across my white office. The firm outside was quiet as most everyone, including Tolbert, had left for the day. Leaving Pauly and me alone. 


“I’m almost done. I just need to sort through the last few months of reports and make sure I didn’t miss anything—” 


“Thank you… by the way. For forcing me into lunch with Eleanor.” Pauly quietly stated as he hesitantly stepped into the office. 


Chapter 19: Neutral Ground.