"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

I stopped my second before we reached the conference room. Ren stopped short beside me. I nodded for him to follow me into a small side room that had been left empty in the renovations. The dark room was illuminated by the soft sunlight bleeding through the drapery. The ugly heavy drapes were leftover from Aldo’s third wife’s decorations. 


“You, okay?” Ren asked quietly stepping into the room. 


“I need you to promise me something…” I started off rough. 


Ren’s eyebrows shot up before glancing out to the hallway. Seeing it all clear, Ren closed the door shutting us in together. I forgot sometimes how young Ren truly was. The life events that he endured matured him beyond his years. 


“Boss?” Ren questioned me again quietly. 


“If this goes south. I need you to promise me you’ll get Olivia out of here. She’s going to bitch about it. But… shit.” My words were a trainwreck coming out in short puffs. My palms felt sweaty I brushed them against my pants. 


Chapter 41: Inner Circle.