Blind Trust with the Don

Chapter 6: Adulting Problems.

Marcell's POV.

“Turn the light off and come back to bed," I mumbled into the pillow before yanking it out from under my head and pulling it over my face to block out the glaring light.

My brain sluggish, slowly processed it wasn't artificial light that had so rudely awakened me, but the ugly sun that bleed through Olivia's godawful curtains. I pulled the pillow off my head, reaching towards the side of the bed Olivia had been in when I had one last conscious thought the night before.

I savored the memory of her delicious body, exhausted prone across the bright floral sheets, panting a bright smile on both of our faces as we tried to catch our breath in the dark. We must have passed out not too long after that. I was annoyed to find myself alone in the bed.

Especially now that I was hungry for a repeat of last night. Our poor coping skills were perhaps not productive, but, if anything, enjoyable, and left me to enjoy a night's sleep of mindless dreams.

“Woman! Get back in bed!" My throat was dry as I croaked out my demands.

“Some of us have big boy jobs, Marcell," Olivia said, leaning out of the ensuite bathroom.

My breath caught in my chest at the sight of her. She was beyond stunning, standing there with the soft tendrils of the morning light kissing her soft pale skin. Her perfume of coconut and vanilla mixed in the air with the smell of soft soap, the mixture made me want to tackle her and devour every single ounce of her body.

Olivia wore a conservative navy-blue dress. She held herself stiffly as if the dress didn't allow her to relax. It nearly broke my heart to see her having to change who she was to fit the expectations of her career. Her new hair was softly curled around her face, her makeup perfectly applied, soft blush complimented her naturally pink cheeks and her eyes practically shined with the excitement she must be feeling.

I didn't want her to go. I didn't want her to leave me. The last two months she had been accessible, holed off from the outside world, available to me and I was a selfish b*stard. I wanted to keep her safely and securely within the confines of the bubble we had created. But she wouldn't thrive inside that environment. No. Olivia needed to spread her wings and explore. But I would be a sick liar if I said it didn't kill me to let her go.

“How do I look?" She asked, completely ignoring my demands. I rolled my eyes, making a complete show as I sighed, sitting up against her headboard, noticing how she watched my body as the sheet fell lower on my waist.

“Like what you see, baby?" I teased. “You can always ditch work and come back to bed. I can play your bad defendant and you can be my lawyer?"

“As tempting as that sounds, and it is tempting, I can't play hooky on my first day of work." Olivia laughed, and d*mnit did I love the sound of it.

“You look beautiful, stunning, in fact," I answered her initial question with complete honesty. “What shoes are you wearing?"

Olivia held up a pair of floral shoes that were perfectly her. The sight of them settled the unease I was feeling when I initially saw her, though she was completely stunning, she just didn't seem comfortable.

“Katie suggested them."

“They're a perfect suggestion. I'll have to make sure Pauly understands the severity of his assignment." I had meant my words as a joke.

In actuality, they weren't now that they settled around me. Regardless of the conservative clothing, they couldn't hide Olivia's beauty. She was bound to attract the attention of the men at the firm, and I would have to ensure Pauly understood that his alliance was to me and not to the vixen who had a habit of making friends with men with guns.

“He knows. Trust me. He's been grilling me for days about the firm. He knows every single detail, every single fire exit, and profile on every single person who is even associated with the firm." She explained as she sits on the edge of the bed, and as if I am tethered to her, my body naturally gravitates toward her, pulling her hair to the side and peppering soft kisses on her neck as she puts her shoes on.

“Are you nervous?" I ask her, nestling myself behind to tuck myself close to her. She sighs before she relaxes into my embrace, bending her neck to the side so I can continue my teasing kisses.

“I just want to make a good impression, I think. This firm is no joke. They get access to Chicago's top cases, and if I can get a chance to even work on one of them with someone like Tolbert Handover…Marcell his reputation alone has gotten other people in my position advancements in their career. I just need to prove to them I have what it takes—"

I interrupt her by drawing her face to mine, sealing my lips over hers, closing off the slow descent she was going down that would lead her into feeling insecure. She sighed into my mouth as I deepened the kiss, softly stroking my tongue against hers, tasting the crisp flavor of mint from her mouth. Reluctantly, I pulled back, keeping her face tilted towards mine. I looked down into her intoxicating eyes that were filled with so much fire, I wanted to lose myself in them for hours.

“I have absolutely no doubt that you will blow them away, Olivia, just by being you. How about as a celebration, we go out for dinner?"

“Like a real date?" Olivia's smile reached all the way to her eyes, lighting up her entire face.

“Like a real date," I confirm.

“Yes." She nods her head.

“Now go. Go knock their socks off." I place one last chaste kiss on her lips before watching her rise from the bed.

I watch as she picks up her brown leather back, checking its contents one last time before she smooths out her dress. Her hand firmly placed on the door handle, my heart erratically beats inside of my chest as I breathe deep with her. Both of us clamping down on our nerves.

“Olivia," I impulsively called out to her. She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Stick close to Pauly and keep your phone on. Promise?"

“Promise," Olivia said. “I'll call you at lunch."

“I look forward to it," I forced a smile on my face, but she faltered instead of leaving like I had hoped she would.

“Marcell?"

“Yeah?" I blinked maintaining the same fake smile.

“Are you okay?" Olivia asked. Concerned weaved itself through her beautiful face, her bright and optimistic face had turned slightly towards worry.

“I'm fine. I promise," I nodded at her. “I'm going to take a shower here before I head into the estate if that's okay?"

“Just don't use all of my soap again, Marcell." Olivia rolled her eyes, before stepping out of the bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed, letting the bright floral sheet pull around my hips, running my hands through my hair as I breathed through the panic that threatened to completely take me under, blacking me out. So much had changed in the last two months. My cousin, who had been the only family I had ever really known and cared for had, for all intents and purposes, died by my own hand, even though he was happily married and living in an undisclosed location.

I had risen through the ranks of the family, going from a weapon to the one who wielded the weapons, yet again, by my own hand. Now I fought to regain a grasp on the one thing that mattered at all to me, terrified that she too would suffer like everything else did, at my own hand. I had been able to survive all the other things because of her. I wouldn't be able to survive something happening to her. I was terrified of what would happen to me if someone found out about her if they used her to get to me. But I couldn't afford to not have her. The version of me void of her was too dark for this world.