"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 still not answering his phone.” 


I complained so many times on the drive. Making the fifteen-minute drive from the restaurant to my apartment longer than necessary. 


“Olivia.” Marcell’s voice startled me. 


I had paused in the threshold of the door of my apartment to ask the question to Pauly. Completely oblivious to the man that I had been asking after was standing in the center of my living room. 


I hurried across the short distance throwing my arms around Marcell’s neck. A short breath escaped him from the impact of my body pressed against his. For the first time in our short albeit very physical relationship, Marcell hesitated. The realization of that fact startled me. Pulling back from Marcell, he pinned me with a scrutinizing look. 


“Marcell listen…” I started smoothing down his crumpled shirt. 


Chapter 34: A Changed Man.