"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

“Oh, my goodness. I cannot shower soon enough.” I groaned walking into my apartment. 


Pauly mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like making sure I brushed my teeth while I was at it. 


I was completely prepared to unleash on him, when my senses were assaulted by an amazing aroma that filled my apartment. 


“Oh—” A tiny voice squeaked in surprise upon seeing Pauly and I. 


Ellie was standing in my kitchen. Our kitchen now. Dressed in a soft pink midi-dress, with fitted sleeves. She wore her soft blond hair in her typical fashion soft curls framing her small face. Her eyes weren’t on me, however. Her eyes were on the man standing behind me. 


Chapter 23: Speculative Insight.