The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I must be drunk! He finally lets me go as I cover the cloth with both my hands, letting me loose on my own shaking legs and pausing for a moment to make sure I can stand unaided. Closing the door behind him when he lets me go, so I’m locked in here alone, back in complete silence and blinking in disbelief at how this just went down.

I know no one else will get in here if he is standing outside and I let out a long slow breath of relief. My life is always drama and violence.

I completely sag against the wall and sink a little. Overcome with adrenaline and yet complete confusion. That moment was almost tender, Alexi was almost kind and it completely threw me. He’s the devil incarnate who doesn’t have a heart, yet he didn’t seem that way right now, he seemed almost nice and genuinely concerned about me.

Who knew he could be so gentle with his touch?

I trace my fingers over where he held my face and can still feel his heat tingling there. No idea why his touch could leave a mark more effectively on my skin than what that arsehole just did to me and I push it away. Unnerved by something so stupid and shake it off.

I straighten myself up and walk back to the vanity, catching sight in the mirror of the chaos I’m in.

My hair is falling down badly, pulled and messy, my face bright red and swelling on the left side. My lip is split and my nose is bleeding from the impact of the punch. I run his handkerchief under cold water and press it to the areas that are swelling trying to get myself under control, and trying not to baulk at the mess that arsehole has made of my face. I’m enraged that he’s ripped my new four-thousand-dollar dress and has ruined it completely!

I manage to tuck the torn fabric into my bra, so it at least looks like it's meant to be and not like its hanging off, and pull my hair down, so it falls in soft waves around me, concealing a lot of my injuries instead. I rummage in my bag and use whatever makeup and wipes I can to clean myself up and limit the obvious damage. Hiding and tidying all signs of anything amiss, so I can get out of this building with no one asking questions.

Alexi doesn’t like attention directed his way and this would draw a lot of concerned looks. I’m a dab hand at this kind of quick clean-up; I should be a complete pro at hiding bruises and cuts on minimal tools at short notice. I spent the first nineteen years of my life doing this on a daily basis at either my mother’s hands or the sea of men that came after.

was how to cover a black eye at a

minutes more, tucking and adjusting my dress to conceal the damage and smooth out the torn seams to sit flush before I finally venture outside as tidy as I can be. Nerves are also evened out with my respite and

not stirred, as 007 would say. My life taught me the

corridor alone and looking very suave in his black tuxedo, like a man who belongs in grand buildings like this every day of his life. He’s typing on his phone and glances up when he realises I am

and he pushes himself off his leaning

of the week and even more so right now that I clearly have some sort of hero

an easy commandeering movement. I guess he wants to investigate the damage on show, probably checking I can pass without drawing eyes

me by surprise. An unchecked statement said without thought and I blink at him in

on this shit?’’ I baulk at him, and he just frowns at me as though I said the most absurd thing; letting my face go and smoothing down his jacket while putting a little space back between us. That weird giddiness from his close proximity is

in violently dominating an unmatched sex. Everything I do is consensual and relatively pain free, there is more pleasure in offered submission than taking what you want forcibly.’’ He says it so seriously. I have to laugh at the irony in that statement, coming from him. He sounds normal but there’s a slight look on his face that suggests he is brooding over a pissed off mood and maybe now is not the time to point out the complete contradiction to who he is in what

I am speechless and literally do not know what to say. Not

He startles me

he has two heads and just shake my head at him, brushing my reaction

a lot tougher stuff than that, I have also bounced back from a lot worse. I’m not a withering flower Alexi; you can stop worrying I may keel over with dramatics.’’ I point out and smooth out my own attire one more time as though to prove the point. I would never admit that it has left me shaken and a tad fragile, but I am someone who will move on quickly. I don’t

usual and I just dismiss overthinking it. He is good at scrutinising and making you feel like he has you under a microscope and I just stand taller and throw on a face that says ‘’I’m

He nods down the corridor after a moment, clearly letting it go for now, motioning we should leave and