"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

“How the hell do you know the FBI?” Hal’s harsh voice barked the question Ellie automatically cringed. 


I could tell my friend was starting to get slightly overwhelmed with the men in the room. Eleanor was willing to accept Marcell. Including all of the morally conflicting baggage that came with him. 


It didn’t surprise me that Ellie had accepted him however with no judgement. Ellie was the most objective person I had ever met. She was able to see everyone just as humans and not for the trauma, or pain they carried with them. 


“Eleanor’s line of work comes with some pretty fancy perks,” I spoke up for my friend. 


“I don’t want you two to do anything that would put your jobs at risk.” Marcell’s concern for us was heartwarming. Even more so that his concern stretched beyond me and extended to Ellie. 


“It’ll have to be done sensitively—” 


“What do you mean by that?” Marcell interrupted Ellie. 


Chapter 37: Backbone.