"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

It woke me up. The sound of someone tripping over furniture and grunting a loud curse shot me out of bed. 


My day had been long resulting in her coming straight to bed right from the firm. Marcell had been unreachable all day. But Pauly had insisted that he was safe. I had learned primary lessons firsthand about how to trust not only myself but those around me in the last week. 


But there was someone in my apartment, and whoever it was, was having a hard time navigating around the place. I slowly untangled myself from the sheets. I stood cautiously. Straining my ears to hear any more rustling from the person in my apartment. 


Peeking my head out from the bedroom door the entire apartment was dark. I thought for a moment about the guards below. Hal or Pauly if they were okay. The fear of their well-being further spurred my progression toward the intruder. My goal was to identify before retreating to Ellie’s room where we would hide calling Pauly. 


Chapter 26: Broken.