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!

isn’t into me and still thinks I am a weakness. It has to be. I 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 detectors on every entrance. If he has a gun in here then he obviously had it left for him, meaning someone on

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

a weakness, my boss takes advantage. That’s how this works baby, and he’s waited a long time to find an angle to

IS Santagato. The slimy

more accessible.’’ Keep him talking and hope he takes me to

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

bring his attention away from

a lift of a 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 less likely to start stripping me for his own desires.

erection is prodding me in the pelvis already. Men like this use sex as a means to feel

down and I have a

There’s an alleyway behind 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 of a van. If he gets me down that he can pass me off to anyone standing on the roof of a transit. This was planned, they have been waiting for a chance and my

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

a chance because they weren’t sure I would be

bend to save me because I’m only a toy and not of long-term value. He’s not stupid, he will let me go the second he realises I affect his standing in this world and he’ll

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, yet

Sophie something about me because I had no one else to remember it after I was gone. Who I was, my real name. I was disappearing after a lifetime of being invisible, and I told her

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