"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

“Stay calm,” Pauly repeated himself. 


At this point, I’m not sure if he was saying it for me or for himself. I had only been inside the estate one time. Pauly and his bigger friend Otis had brought me in to confront Diego and Marcell with Katie. After this. Considering how I would find Marcell. I was thinking it was time for the Russo Estate to go up for sale. The place oozed bad vibes. 


“Olivia!” Ren called out for me when I exited Pauly’s car. “What the hell are you two doing here?” “Ren! Where’s Marcell.” There was no restraining the panic I felt. I clung to Marcell’s second in command hand like it was my lifeline. 


“He’s in the conference room.” Ren looked down at me his eyes strained with worry. 


“Why are you out here?” Pauly asked. 


“He told me too,” Ren answered his head snapped up to the man behind me. 


Chapter 44: Bloody Rescue.