"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

“Does this place have a bedroom?” Olivia’s reply came quick. 


I had been on edge since I arrived at the loft. This space below us was originally designated as neutral territory for business purposes only. But this space had always been designed out as a safehouse. A safehouse for us. 


I cascaded my hands down her body once more, loving the slight shiver as it slipped through her in the wake of my touch. Taking her hand in mine, I led her through the room I had occupied while waiting for Pauly to drop her off. 


I had enough time between my conversation with Ren and my impulsive decision to change Olivia's drop-off to get a bed delivered. 


It’s a simple metal white frame, with a soft mattress, and matching white sheets. The only piece of furniture in the wide-open space. 


“I know it’s not much.” I excused all of a sudden, feeling insecure with the hasty crude representation of a bedroom. 


“It’s perfect.” Olivia slowly said


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