"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

“Will you be by tonight?” Olivia asks. 


We finally emerged from the bedroom of the loft and were slowly walking down the stairs hand in hand. We had grown fully distracted by one another. More than once while Olivia was dressing in last night’s clothes. 


“Yes,” I promise kissing her again on the cement floor of the building. 


I had anticipated seeing Pauly in the building, but the sight of my Underboss Ren threw me slightly. I gauged the man who had seen more conflict than a man of his age should. The normally calm man who didn’t let anything bristle him seemed tense. Looking to Pauly for any sense of danger to Olivia I held onto her hand a little tighter. 


If Olivia was aware of the tension in the room she didn’t let on. Her calmness broke the summing-up the three of us were doing with one another.


“You ready to go to work?” Pauly asked.


Chapter 22: Snooping Stew.