"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

“Pauly.” Eleanor’s soft voice briefly soothed me. 


My temper was frail, my nerves were made of glass, and my emotions were too close to the surface. I was too tired to control myself. It was either get angry or punch a speedball.


This kitchen held two of the three females that meant more to me than they knew. More to me than I could frame words around. The reminder of how precious both of them had become clear to me. Even Eleanor in such a short time was enough for my anger to quickly fade.


Though I knew with certainty that Olivia wouldn’t do anything purposefully to harm Eleanor, I also knew what she was like when she had her mind set on something. Olivia became a woman possessed. It didn’t matter the person on the other end just mattered that they held the key to the solution she needed. 


Chapter 24: Two Lawyers One, Mobster.