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

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 lies below the surface, and as much as it makes me uneasy every time I see him,

a bit of danger.

attention and I turn to the small mousy wench before me. She’s been here two

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, getting lax. Show them not to fuck with you right away and you are less likely to have to deal with any drama. I don’t need friends or to win

though the cellar is going to be in plain sight. Can’t quite comprehend they are usually found below ground. I roll my eyes and

where they normally keep cellars … Under the building.’’

Thor lookalike, putting the new cocktail shakers on

his over enthusiastic puppy 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 a smack in the face if she

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

nods—that sweet little southern belle of a boy, obviously gay and I head off in search of the lift to go grace the Carrero brothers with my pleasure.

side by side and compare how far the similarities go. A bit like watching a Ying and Yang of sorts, and I am

the shadows scowling from afar ever since. He stays out of my way and I stay out of his;

and has nowhere else to put him. Like a bad smell, he just hovers in his space. Apparently,

Good riddance.

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/

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

before I come up to bed. Getting tired of listening to

starved for a prolonged period, it’s another to

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