The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Well, I have claws, and I am not against pissing on another feline! ‘’Well, whatever. I am going to enjoy watching you work the floor tonight after having it all to myself for a week, taking notes on what not to do.’’ The catty tone and narrowed eyes rile the bitch in me, and somehow, even with him watching on and finding this entertaining, I let my fire spike.

If he brought her over here to push me and hurt me, he can go take a dive off a cliff.

‘’Bringing in a stand-in when we have a lover’s tiff to run the club I helped build is not an achievement. You’re a pawn in the great Alexi’s mind games, and it’s obvious by your level of insults that he will grind you to dust in a matter of days. Good luck sweetheart. You don’t know what’s coming at you, and if you’re still standing here looking as good as this in six or seven months' time, then I might be impressed and consider you a worthy opponent. Right now, however, I see puppy chow sitting waiting while the wolf works up an appetite.’’ I don’t care what he thinks of my little statement, I’m not letting some arse-faced cow with too much lippy and squint eyeliner trod me underfoot. I may not have the skill to put him in his place, but street bitch is my forte.

She looks warily at him for some sort of permission, maybe reassurance, and shows a little hint of weakness in her armour. She is watching to see if it pissed him off and how she should proceed. Another ‘’Yes sir’’ woman, yet the difference is … I don’t care if it pisses him off, and I don’t need his permission to stand and fight my own battles. I never did.

He is quick enough to point it out when I should shut up and as he’s silently smirking, I guess he is finding me amusing with my strain of sass. She has no back up in Alexi, she has her own wit, sass and venom to take care of things, and it seems to be absent when faced with me.

Alexi likes people to take care of their own shit and not rely on him for this kind of immature crap. She won’t last ten minutes in his world.

She blinks at me and lifts her chin without the presence of confidence to back it up and just makes a face that says ‘‘whatever’’. Completely at a loss with a response.

‘’I’m sorry. Did you think you were special and he doesn’t fuck all of us? Clearly delusional. Alexi doesn’t have favourites, he has toys and flavours of the week. His redhead is in the dog house for being a naughty girl, and this is his attempt at disciplining her to behave. Have fun Dahlings, I have a club to run, so cheerio.’’ I push past them without a glance, although I do trail a hand across his collar and over his chest as I go in a rather sensual way. To make it clear to her that I have done more than touch the great Alexi.

do a thing.

ounce of attitude I have, my clipboard underarm with tonight’s details and things I need to keep an eye on and just strut myself to the bar and order myself

make it bite me any less. I hate that he can hurt me with another woman, and I hate that I exposed it to him in a bid to stamp that cow down, but she’s standing like a scorned child, so I guess it was worth

a redhead with a serious possessive side. He’s a fucking bastard, but like it or not, there’s a part of me that knows he’s my fucking bastard and this is my

knock-off Versace and a hoe with a fake arse demeanour.

and ignore him hovering right at my back as best I can. He’s been on my arse for everything tonight

and had a pair of naked tits thrust in his face when one of the girls gave him a lap dance. It’s some new kind of torture, and yet I managed to look completely unaffected on the outside while my soul committed suicide. I feel like I

to cry. For the first time ever, I think I see the benefits of getting high on Valium or boosting my depressive mood with some coke. Except

King Carrero, but I guess Alexi is still keeping tabs on me enough to see him come near me. I don’t know whether I should take hope in that or remind myself as a possessive bitch he still doesn’t want people touching

else except to meet his requests, and it seems I am no longer something he wants.’’ I turn back to the bar and continue flicking through my list, checking for the names I

the group that I don’t remember greeting and have no idea

hands on your ass.’’ He sounds angry; probably enraged his property has been defiled by another man’s touch.