The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I walk around naked when I am home alone, and I have more than once got myself off on the couch in full view while watching porn on his huge TV, stuck to the goddamn wall. I am not exactly shy about self-pleasuring or even just doing my yoga work out completely starkers in the lounge.

Who the hell watches the footage back? That pervy silent guard on the third floor?

Oh, my God!

My blood runs cold at the thought and I wonder if he has cameras in my bedroom? Now knowing this, how much of my time alone does he get to see and what does he do with it after?

I feel physically sick with both the thought of it and my fury bubbling like lava deep in my gut is fast combatting the initial shocked ickiness in my bones.

‘’You didn’t know, did you?’’ He looks amused and even though I am trying not to react I can see he has that uncanny Alexi trait of reading people. He also has the same smug arsehole way of finding the most inappropriate shit amusing.

‘‘No, I wasn’t aware I was living in the Big Brother house and having my every move watched by some greasy little pervert of a security goon.’’ I feel pissed, as I should. It’s so underhanded, and so much for ‘’you can trust me’’ I guess that’s what the ‘‘to an extent’’ was all about. I am absolutely fuming! Body vibrating and trying to keep still as my inner fight perks up.

‘’Alexi is the only one with access to the apartment cameras. He has a direct link to them on his devices—thumbprint activated. He can choose to have them go to sleep and only record when there is movement upstairs.’’ Yes, like me masturbating on his leather couch. Great. I hope he enjoyed the show because it’s the last one he will be getting. I should never underestimate that prick.

‘’He should have told me. It’s a complete invasion of my privacy.’’

‘’Yeah. Go tell Alexi that, and good luck.’’ Gino laughs at me and swaggers past with that same self-assured confident walk of a guy who's always been chased by women his whole life, yet I find him less attractive than his darker counterpart.

Gino is the sunny one; clearly not into the same shit as his brother and therefore probably a trustworthy and likeable fellow.

Boring.

also isn’t a sneaky arsehole who spies on his

staff as he goes by. I lose interest as my eyes fall on the tanned broad neck and see it’s completely free of Alexi’s tell-tale dragon tattoo, that sits there growling at you all day long. It’s as fierce as he is, and without it, Gino seems decidedly dull. He just does not have that aura around him that Alexi wears like a second skin. That danger that

like a bit

I turn to the small mousy wench before me. She’s been here two days and already her lack of initiative is pissing me off. She looks like an overgrown Disney character with her big eyes and

cellar with all the other booze Dahling? Or is that too much of a mind stretch to figure out?’’ I raise a brow at her and get a kick of satisfaction with the shocked and then wounded expression covers her face. I know that being a bitch is unnecessary but the second you show any form of nice to these people they stop doing as they’re told and start taking advantage,

She looks around like a dumb bimbo as though the cellar is going to be in plain sight.

keep cellars … Under the building.’’ I exhale heavily and push past her

out to the tall blonde, Thor lookalike, putting the new

routine. I like his eagerness and willingness to please. Mousy should take notes; instead, she’s following me like a lost child and about to get

beer delivery, make sure you bring the invoice up to my office when you’re done. And give Dimwit here a tour

little southern belle of a boy, obviously gay and I head off in search of the lift to go grace

and part of me is dying to see them side by side and compare how far the similarities go. A bit like watching a Ying and Yang of sorts,

now, seeing as he gave it to me as he’s here once a week at most. Lucie almost choked on his own tongue that day, and he has been slinking in the shadows scowling from afar ever since. He stays out of my

to stay, but he doesn’t want him anywhere else in his business and has nowhere else to put him. Like a bad smell, he just hovers in his space. Apparently, he retires

Good riddance.

to the apartment instead for some family time. I still cannot believe those two shared a womb and came from one egg—Alexi seems like he should have been a solitary invention. Unless it was a case of one baby getting all the good and the other became Alexi. I always assumed he was created in the pits of hell from the unquenched fire of the devil’s cauldron. I wonder if he and Gino are a bit like an Angel/ Demon duo in some other realm, end of

why I am feeling subtly hostile towards my gorgeous master of above. I am charmingly sweet when he’s around, which is

on with his demands before I come up to bed. Getting tired of listening to wenches climax while my own sex life

sex starved for a prolonged period, it’s another to be ordered to

obviously does not like me. He also has no taste in women at all, so I guess it’s not an insult.