"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’m supposed to tell you no and go get rest. That this can wait till the morning.” Diego explains as he closes the door. 


“But you’re not.” I smiled at my cousin. 


“No. Even though I should. I’ve been waiting for two weeks to hear your voice.” Diego says as he pulls a small chair next to my bed. 


“What you’re not going to crawl in bed next to me?” I winked at Diego. 


“Shit no. Although it’s been tempting. Not going to even going to lie about that. These chairs are hell on the neck.” 


“You’ve been sleeping in the chair?” I ask him. 


“Yeah.” Diego nods his head. “Much against the protests of your girlfriend. She can be persistent.” 


“Oh really?” He laughed rubbing his hand across his face. “Congratulations I guess are in order. She wanted to trade off nights. Let me sleep on that poor excuse for a cot. But I couldn’t do that. Shit Diego. She looked like she had been dragged through hell.” 


Chapter 47: A New Age.