The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

It happens so fast I don’t have time to think or breathe, and as I am rammed face first against a wall with a hard body biting at my back I can barely move. I’m knocked for six, instantly stunned as the doors slide shut, and I’m left with a complete stranger holding me captive. My heart starts hammering as my body turns cold.

Why does this shit always happen to me?

‘’Keep it quiet and I’ll be nice, Camilla.’’

I have no idea who he is other than he’s the blonde rough guy I spotted earlier and I have no connection to him. I feel sick with that infernal constant terror I feel nowadays and yet the fact he knows my name makes it more intense.

This isn’t random, he knows who I am. He also has me at an immediate disadvantage by pinning me face first against the wall and restraining me. Instant terror on its own, even if I did know him. A million scenarios run through my head from Rick paying this goon to finally find me, to any number of men or women I screwed over in the past tracking me down for revenge before Santagato crosses my mind.

He was too polite and distancing himself tonight, too ready to play nice and forget that little drama from before. Knowing Alexi and his manipulative gameplay I can almost be positive that this is Santagato’s doing.

I try to twist and free myself but he pulls his hand off my mouth, spins me, so we are facing one another and crushes my back to the wall cruelly. A relief to be out of that infernal position, but a short-lived feeling. He slides a gun out of his inner pocket, brings it up to hold at my temple and all bravado drains from me. Taking away all my fight as he smirks evilly, eyes running up and down with a look of creep with more than kidnap on his mind.

‘‘Who are you? What do you want?’’ I blurt it out, my body shaking and suffocated with the proximity, aware of how much danger I am in, yet I have no idea how he got past all of Alexi’s men; heads will roll for this shit when he finds out.

Up close I can see this guy is late forties, rough and not well shaven or well groomed. He has an air of street thug with watery blue eyes that seem devoid of life.

‘’I’m no one, just a hired hand leaving a message. Seems someone of importance values you enough to warrant me to make a mark.’’

Shit!

don’t even know how he still managed to keep a firearm after getting in here as Carrero's men pat everyone down, and we have metal

no value to anyone.’’ I try to keep my cool as cold metal digs into my skin on my face and try like crazy to keep my wits about me. No tears, no weakness. I have more steel than this. My insides maybe crumbling to dust and screaming with hysteria but my mask

you think people don’t watch his every move? He shows a weakness, my boss takes advantage. That’s how

Santagato. The slimy

and more accessible.’’ Keep him talking and hope he takes me to either the office or

whore he’s taken a shine too, that would just fuck him up, and his family won’t back that kind of backlash. You’re an edge to a negotiation, and he can get you back when he agrees to a few demands.’’ He snarls yet moves in closer and runs a nose close to my neck and jawline, inhaling my

bring his

getting me out?’’ I know goading him isn’t the best plan but if I keep him focused and talking then he’s less likely to start stripping

me in the pelvis already. Men like this use sex

is an opportunist moment? You’re a dumb broad. Offices have windows, high buildings have ways down and I have a van waiting outside. This building isn’t watched

that runs half way down to above the height of a van. If he gets me down that he can pass me off to anyone standing on the roof of a

what I don’t get is why no one snatched me the night I ran? I was an easy target then, less hassle than this. Maybe that was all just

a chance because they weren’t sure I would be a weapon, and now they

toy and not of long-term value. He’s not stupid, he will let me go the second he realises I affect

when Tyler’s men made it clear that day it was the end of my road. I swear I am broken and if it was Alexi making threats on my life I would probably be a hysterical puddle on the floor, yet here I am, solid and stable as

Who I was, my real name. I was disappearing after a lifetime of being invisible, and I told her something true and meaningless. I don’t know why, I guess it was like an acceptance that

but fate gave her a shit path, and she died somewhere