"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

The cold ice waters of fear washed over me threatening to pull me under their tides. My breath came out in a harsh puff at the thought of what Eleanor had just agreed herself to. 


“If we’re going to do this… It has to be today.” Ren pipped up. 


The men in this room were quickly being added to the running mental list of people who had wronged me. All because they were putting the woman who I had no rights too. No claim on. No standing agreement with. In the middle of harm’s way. Even if she was willingly walking into the fire on her own. 


“I just need to grab my files for the office.” Eleanor quietly excused herself standing up from her seat at the island. 


Chapter 39: An Out.