The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I would take delight in watching him suffer. ‘‘I may reconsider spanking as a hobby if you keep this shit up.’’ He sounds annoyed which doesn’t even nearly faze me. I have learned that his danger tone is a complete contradiction to this and sparring is just plain annoying him and nothing more. It’s when he sounds eerily unemotional that you have to run.

‘’Kinky. I might be into it.’’ I jest huskily in a bid to make him more pissed. He hates it when I flirt even if it is in sarcasm and I can almost imagine those pale greys darkening to stormy steel right now. I figured out that his eye colour changes slightly per mood, so yet another of his tells in my little notebook of useful facts. I have a mental list titled ‘signs that I am annoying Alexi’ which is outlined in hearts and stars.

‘’I think it’s time I took you in hand and worked that attitude out, nothing much seems to work so maybe I should try something else.’’ It’s a veiled threat, a hint of seriousness but again I don’t give a toss. I have been getting away with sass for weeks now, and he either has a go, acts like a prick, or completely ignores me. No consequences for standing up to him, so why should I care anymore?

‘‘Don’t make threats if you’re not going to follow through. Anyway, what do you want? I have things to do and haven’t got all day to stand around chatting.’’ I give him a tad more edge, remembering I still have a bone to pick over his secret cameras. Re-finding that little rage simmering inside.

There’s a long silence and I wonder if for the first time I might witness him losing his cool. I push all day every day, I know one of these days he is probably going to snap and make me regret every single second of it. I wonder if that time has come.

‘’Either you walk up here now willingly, or I come get you and I will physically drag you kicking and screaming. Don’t test me.’’ Okay so that tone sends a shiver through me. The calm, low and precise. He’s really pissed now and I don’t mean in his normally casually almost good-humoured way. He’s not taking my shit today at all. Whatever his twin has done to his mood, it has put him on one and I am bearing the brunt. That wave of internal discomfort sobers me, and I swallow down all bravado, getting that shaky nervous inner floaty feeling. I know where the line lies.

‘‘Sure. Keep your pants on Carrero, all a bit of banter.’’ I relent dejectedly, accent slipping when I am genuinely nervous, hating that this one tone change can put me in my place so effortlessly. I have yet to see what comes after that tone and I don’t think I ever want to. Rumours are enough and I know from the ones I heard out on the street that he’s worse than any nightmares I may still have.

I turn on my heel and stalk out of the office back towards the lift, pulling my card from my bra where I keep it snugly hidden, to access the lift to the floor above. I catch Lucie glaring my way from his own office door, peering out like a little troll from his cave and I throw him a huge satisfied smile.

‘’You look as happy as always—must suck seeing me being the big bosses new sidekick, while you get demoted to book end. How does the new chain to your desk feel?’’ I wink bitchily and walk into the lift with a toss of my red locks. I hate that podgy little arsehole and I wouldn’t put it past him to smother me in my sleep given half a chance.

goes flying past the doors as they slide shut and shake my head at the ridiculousness of the little imp. He’s got a bad temper when he’s out of Alexi’s earshot but as he’s the size

with beers in hand looking completely cosy and weird as hell. Now this is really what a pair of bookends look

blue eyes, the other suited and booted with that sinister frown on his

yet Gino is

I do a mock curtsy and Gino breaks into a boyish laugh,

at

shooting you in the face.’’ Alexi frowns, actually scowls at Gino, who just laughs harder. I have never seen this side to him and I watch with complete interest, it’s like seeing a glimpse of another person, and I am not sure I like seeing the Great Carrero as a mere human. Annoyed by a sibling and acting out aggressively.

his attention to me.

Boss?’’ I answer prettily with fluttering lashes.

I can see a hint of mutual affection in the passing of mirrored glances. I still cannot get my head around just how identical these two really

of replication. From the mannerisms, the voice and the hair styling. If they both had the same suits on and sunglasses concealing the colour of their eyes I don’t think I could tell them apart, tattoos aside. Well, except Gino smiles; A lot. Alexi barely cracks one, so it’s a definite

most twins as Alexi shoves his brother, followed by a look and Gino gives him a weird wave gesture that gets one in response. A whole new little

Gino is around and silent communication comprising looks, eyebrow twitters and hand gestures is unnerving. I wander off to get a drink and opt for a whisky on the rocks. I need something stronger in preparation for opening night and my first official duty as hostess to his very

time. The full staff and security are all getting ready, and we have a DJ arriving at seven with some strippers for the main

the end of the closest part of the couch and cross my legs, swinging one high stiletto in mid-air. I catch Alexi's usual sweep of my legs, something he does so frequently I no