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’m serious, Marcell.” I swiped at my tears. 


“So am I.” Marcell responded the hold he had on my fingers tightened as he tried to tug me closer. 


“You scared me… So bad.” I explained the pressure of more emotions threatened to reemerge again. “You’ve never been so far from me. I never want to feel like that again.” 


Marcell pulled at me until my thighs graced the cold sheet of the hospital bed. The overly familiar space had quickly grown to a place I hated. Spending most of my days, and nights in this sterile space. Alone. The future unknown. Haunted me.


“Climb in.” Marcell grunted trying to scoot himself over. 


“No, Marcell… I’m not getting in that bed with you.” I could hold back the small laugh that puffed out through the thick emotions. “Katie wasn’t joking. They had the worst time putting you back together.”


“There’s plenty of space.” Marcell ignored my protest pulling my arm across his chest. 


Chapter 46: Somber Retelling.