The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 8: 8

I know I shouldn’t start off this little arrangement on the wrong foot, but something tells me bringing his good-time girl up here after making me wait this long was more of a power play and a message than anything. Carrero is a devious one, and he’s trying to put me in my place.

I really do toil over whether I should suck it up and play nice, or tell him where to get off. Stuck for a moment in deciding what to do. I have always been the game player and never had to second guess my actions because I am being played; this is all new for me and has me doubting my own decisions.

‘’Sure … Whatever. Something stronger than wine. I have had my fill tonight and I could do with a nightcap.’’ I cross the floor, letting my robe fall loose so it reveals all moulded lace and definite peeking of nipples through the thin material, because I am not about to go easy on him when he just threw down a gauntlet at me. I may be backing down and having a drink, but I will play it my way, in a semi-transparent negligee and lack of underwear.

I always have a plan.

I slide onto the couch in the middle, so that wherever he chooses to sit he is going to be near me and watch that strong back and shoulders flexing as he makes drinks silently. He’s discarded his jacket somewhere and is still in a white shirt and black trousers, which are a little fitted to his mass form and completely bewitching. He seems completely comfortable in this space and knows where everything is, so I assume he spends more time here than he initially let on.

Alexi wanders back casually, stopping to hand me a glass of brown liquid and ice, and sits about three feet away from me, stretching his legs out to meet the square glass coffee table that nestles in the centre and gets comfy. He scans me briefly with those wolfish eyes and makes no comment on my inappropriate attire.

‘‘How are you settling into the apartment?’’ He looks at me with a closed off expression, confident in just taking over this space and takes a drink, resting his arm along the back of the couch so his fingers are almost level with my shoulder. Nothing in his manner to suggest he even cares that I might be annoyed with him.

‘’Completely at home and settled. I’m someone who is used to adapting to new surroundings quickly, and you have good taste, it’s a very nice apartment.’’ I cross my legs letting my peach coloured nightwear slide up as I do so, and don’t bother fixing it; my robe falling completely open. I have a nice figure and naturally large bust and I have no doubt that he is not completely immune to me and catch a flicker of appreciation cross that squared face briefly.

be here. Lucie understands that things are changing; he won’t be an issue anymore.’’ He takes another drink, and this time I follow suit and almost choke on extremely potent Brandy. It’s never been a drink I enjoy and just reminds me of someone I would

memories away and focus back on the here and

are you going to be more specific in what I am here to do, apart from help design your club and find you sexual objects for misuse?’’ I get straight

small amused smile and tiny laugh

know what’s so funny and

Keep my

with sarcasm, my stomach churning with apprehension, making it clear I am in no way about to agree to that

current one and never will

clients will be aware, you belong to me. They won’t touch what’s mine; you do your job and nothing else.’’ Said like he means it, and I can’t help the small weird warm feeling rising in my stomach at those words and shake them away

duties too, and what does that ownership mean for me exactly?’’ I always learned if you do not ask then you will never know, and I want all

ownership. Alexi pauses and looks down into his glass as he swirls the ice, considering my question it seems and slides his drink down on the table between his feet, before pushing it away and returning

calm my internal rattled pounding nerves. I raise both brows this time and give him a look that just says I am not exactly happy with this little statement, blanching at the idea that he thinks he can ask this of me. I don’t care if he saved my bacon—he wants to control me and with

if he’s screwing you, but another thing entirely to get a

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