Anastasia O'Hare

"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 swear you could set your watch to her,” Otis observed. 


With the exception of Ren. We had all taken shifts of sorts in the hospital for the last two weeks. Primarily our efforts weren’t for Marcell. Pretty sure he had no idea any of us were here. But we were here for Olivia. All of us. 


Even the men who had no skin in the game. Who showed up the day of the rescue. Olivia’s magnetism pulled all of them to her side. Though I knew that my place was still fulfilling my obligation and loyalty to Marcell. By guarding Olivia with my life. I had felt torn when it meant that I had to trust Hal permanently with Eleanor’s safety. 


“You got yourself a pretty lady there.” Otis sighed swatting me hard against the shoulder before he got up from the bench next to me. 


Chapter 48: Anti-Hero.