"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

“He’s late,” Pauly grumbled fixing his shirt collar and pulling it out from his neck. 


“Tolbert will be here.” I quietly spoke to him from across the table. 


“Five more minutes and I’m pulling the plug Olivia,” Pauly warned me, before he glanced quickly at Ellie. 


He might have not fully committed his feelings towards my new roommate. But it was obvious to everyone around them that Pauly cared for Ellie. Of course, in a different way than he cared for everyone else. It was precious how careful he was around her. Even pissed at me Pauly was conscious of Ellie’s feelings.


“This place is nice.” Ellie observed breaking the tension.


“Tolbert insisted it was the nicest place in Chicago.” I sarcastically replied. 


“I’ve seen better.” Pauly scoffed sipping on his water and rolling his eyes. 


Chapter 32: Entrapment.