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!

how he still managed to keep a firearm after getting in here as Carrero's men pat everyone down, and we have metal detectors on every entrance. If he has a gun in here then he obviously had it left for him, meaning someone on the

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 is in place and I can do this. I just need to bide my time until we get out of

mansion to keep safe, do you think people don’t watch his every move? He shows a weakness, my boss takes advantage. That’s how this works baby, and he’s waited

IS Santagato. The slimy

am and more accessible.’’ Keep him talking and hope he takes me to either the office or the apartment, as both have silent alarms that I can activate, and the desk man watching the cameras is outside the office twenty-four-seven.

negotiation, and he can

try to bring his attention

Alexi has armed to the hilt, how do you plan on 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 for his own

already. Men like this use sex as a means to feel powerful, and he wouldn’t be

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 from the outside looking in because Carrero is

from outside and there’s a fire escape that runs half way down to above

an easy target then, less hassle than this. Maybe that was all just confirmation for them. My running

chance because they weren’t sure I

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

prospect but I’m not. I’m strangely calm and devoid of feeling, much like I was 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,

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 I never amounted to anything, and someone should know a

was born with so much promise … but fate gave her a shit path, and she died somewhere after her eleventh birthday.