Eleanor’s POV.
“What?” Marcell’s voice had a way of setting my nerves on edge.
The man was a threat. Marcell was ominous just by existing he never needed to even speak for me to feel threatened. But that’s why he was who he was. I didn’t need Paul or Olivia to tell me who he was.
I was smart enough on my own to do my own digging, discovering his identity. Though there wasn’t a lot out there. Most documents were redacted or scrubbed. There were enough of my own contacts willing to give up just the information I needed.
“Say that name again?” Paul asked from behind me.
His ever-present presence was supportive. Giving me the confidence enough that I needed. Especially to respond to the intimidating Don of the Russo crime family.
Confidence I normally didn’t need in the courtroom. It was easy to turn off this part of me when I was defending the tiny voiceless voices that needed me. But when it was me to defend. That’s when the creeping anxiety threatened to overtake me.