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!

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

have 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 is in place and I

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

Santagato. The slimy

Keep him talking and hope he takes me to either the office or the apartment, as both have silent

family won’t back that kind of backlash. You’re an edge to a negotiation, and he can get you back when

try to bring his attention away from

building that 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

prodding me in the pelvis already. Men like this use sex as a

think this 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 from the outside looking in because

the building that you can access from another street, the building isn’t watched from outside and there’s a fire escape that runs half way down to above the height

no one snatched me the night I ran? I was an easy target then, less hassle than this. Maybe that was all just confirmation for them. My running and his hightailing it

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

won’t bend to save me because I’m only a toy and not of long-term value. He’s not stupid, he will let me

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

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 girl named

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