"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

“Sir.” The older woman with the grey hair called after me again. “Sir, please wait.” 


“Can I help you?” A randomly suited man had the audacity to ask me as he stepped out of an office. 


“You can help me by moving out of my way,” I growled. 


“Ms. Norma needs you to check in with her before we can allow you to head into the offices. Do you have an appointment with one of our attorneys?” He asked adjusting his tie. His mild attempt at a power move. 


“Marcell?” Olivia’s voice quietly called for me from behind the sniveling attorney before me.


“You could say that.” I winked at the man before me before I pushed past him. 


I didn’t pause at Olivia’s beautifully shocked face. I brushed past her, pressing further onto her office. I was a man unleashed, a man with one focus in mind. Pauly was seated behind her desk my blood boiled to a breaking point. 


“Out.” My voice barked at my guard. 


Chapter 30: A Man Unleashed.