"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

“Good morning.” Eleanor’s quiet voice greeted me when I entered their apartment early the next morning. 


Regardless of how much I mentally prepared my heart to see her, I don’t think I would ever fully be prepared for what the sight of Eleanor Hart did to me. The way her hair seemed to glow slightly more in the morning. Her skin fresh and dewy. 


The scent of her brighter. More vibrant than it was compared to the middle of the day or late at night. Regardless of when I saw her, Eleanor’s outward appearance never seemed to change. Shadowing the internal battles, she fought. 


The pure fact that an easy smile found itself on my face was evidence enough. I was slipping down a slippery slope towards Eleanor Hart. 


“I just made some coffee. Would you like a cup?” Eleanor asked as I sat down on the stool at the kitchen island I normally sat at. 


Chapter 27: Don’t Tell the Don.