"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

“Sorry,” Diego said his face scrunched up realizing he had startled me awake. “These damned doors just slam.” 


“Where’s Olivia?” I asked realizing she had never come back to the bed. “Is she okay?”


“Calm down there, tiger,” Diego smirked stepping into the room fully. “Do you think we can sit you up a little bit more? Something tells me that you’re going to want to be able to see this completely.” 


“What’s going on?” I ask suspiciously. 


“You’ll see.” Diego laughed arranging my pillows. 


“I hate it when you say that. Always have. Always will.” I grumbled. 


“You loved it and you know it.” Diego fussed over me straightening my blanket. 


“Diego, I draw the line at you licking your hand and fixing my hair.” 


“He won’t have to do that,” Katie spoke as she walked into the room flinging a brush in the air. 


“Damn I was really looking forward to the spit and smooth.” Diego laughed. 


“You’re disgusting,” I grunted looking at Katie. 


Chapter 50: Unconventional I-Do’s