"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

“Do you think this looks okay?” I spoke before fully coming out of my bathroom. 


Marcell was sitting on my bed. His elbow’s braced on his knees. His head bowed. The apartment had grown quiet. All with the exception of Hal and Ren waiting for us downstairs, we were alone. It was decided that we would go our separate ways after Ellie left. 


Pauly insisted that he was the one to drive Ellie. The quiet protective man seemed calmer in a sense. Something had changed between the two of them in the hallway. The evidence of an understanding was written all over their faces. 


But with the dismissal of a new person to a new assignment, Marcell had grown more distant. The easy to joke man who I had been cuddling with on the sofa just hours ago was safely tucked away. The transition between Marcell, and whoever he needed to become to handle the conflict of the day. Was a waging war. Taking an evident toll on his body. 


“Marcell?” I quietly spoke his name.


Chapter 40: No Question.