"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."

Blind Trust with the Don is created by Anastasia O'hare, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Blind Trust with the Don

“You sure you don’t want to add this room to the reno list?” Ren asks me from the very familiar pinstripe chair. 


Nothing in Aldo Russo’s office had changed since the old Don’s death at my hand when I put a bullet between his eye in the basement of this very estate. The same day I put my cousin and the woman he loved in a stolen car and sent them off to the east coast with a new identity. The same day I stepped into the position of Don Russo, the Don the of Syndicate.


The same books lined the bookshelves, spines of titles I had never read, clean of dust thanks to the house employees. The same framed photos of happily smiling family members long since dead still lined the desk. A haunting reminder of the world long since passed.


“Marcell?” Ren’s tone snapped me out of my stupor. 


“Sorry,” I cleared my throat. “Did you ask me something?” 


Chapter 18: Busy Partners.