"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

“Her office is the third on the right down that hall.” Pauly directs his words to Hal. 


Tension builds in the air so thick. You could cut it with a knife since we had gone our separate ways from Marcell and Ren at the Apartment. Once more we were splitting up into fractions of our group all with our own assignments. 


Everyone trusted each other that this hair-brained scheme would be successful. Knowing that if it wasn’t successful that it would end terribly. Tragically. Catastrophically. The thought of the plan going sideways made my stomach instantly sour.


“Hal.” Pauly stopped the towering redhead. Hal stuttered to a stop doing his best to look discrete even though he was strained. “Please… Keep her safe.” 


Chapter 42: Spoiled Rotten.