"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’s imperative that you listen to what I’m about to tell you completely before you react,” Ren spoke for the first time since I arrived back at the estate from Olivia’s office. 


“I would like to remind you once more of what role you place in this game, Ren.” 


I could still fill the dull, cold, and void ache. The ache left behind from watching the life literally bleed out of the young kids’ life. The restraint that Ren had been referring to no longer existed. Evident enough in my most recent actions at Olivia’s work.


I had guised my behavior under the umbrella that I was acting out of pure concern. Utter worry and fear for her blatant disregard for herself. But if I were honest with myself, I was looking for an outlet to unleash my fury. A target. Someone that could suffer. Purely because I was suffering.


“Don’t. Don’t turn into him, Marcell. You’re not him. Don’t let your fear make you become what you hate.” 


Chapter 33: Hell Hath, no Fury.