"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

“I’ve made the necessary arrangements,” Ren whispered to me.


My second sat down next to me in the neutral zone brownstone. The place I had purchased for this very reason. The place the last time I stood in here only two nights ago held so many amazing memories just one floor above. That night felt decades old. I felt like a completely different man, aged beyond my years. Broken beyond repair.


The semi-empty building was quietly buzzing with a rough crowd of men in a variety of shapes and sizes. All of them were here because of Ren, Pauly, and Hal. The events of the last twenty-four hours sped up my plans. 


“Are you ready for this?” Ren asked me, the hesitation in his voice caused me to pull my eyes from assessing the crowd in front of me. 


“Is anyone ever ready for war Ren?” I looked at my second, my question came across as cynical, but it was an honest ask. 


Chapter 28: Vigilante Mafioso.