"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

“Marcell.” Ren quietly addressed me


Ren and I pushed passed armed guards. Some from my house and some from other households present in the estate. 


Ren used my title to grab my attention. But I was a man on a mission with one single goal in mind. I needed information on where Stew was being held. 


“Dammit Marcell. Stop.” Ren’s calm voice begged for me to still, frantic enough to pull my feet to a pause. 


I hadn’t been this version of myself for years. Not since Diego had helped me put a lid on it. Not since I had learned to focus my fury on Aldo Russo and not everyone else around me. But now I didn’t have that outlet. Those men behind those doors would be the best outlet for how I was feeling. Right now the only person standing between me and them. Was Ren. 


Chapter 25: Fear and Fury.