The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

My heart hammering in my chest at being around him again, but I won’t put myself through his kind of hell anymore. I don’t get very far when that cruel grip latches on to my arm, and I am swung against a wall out of the way. Heart sinking that he can never just leave me alone, even when he is the one telling me to get out of his life. He’s relentless, like a goddamn dog after a bone, and for someone who wanted me gone he isn’t doing a good job of letting me go.

‘‘I’ll be there in a few minutes, this is an employee who should be elsewhere right now.’’ He smiles to the group I now see are with him, and realise this is a dinner outing of more than just him and needy over there. A few sets of upper class eyes and a sparkling formal dress glint my way before they are ushered off by more black suits.

Alexi is left gripping me harshly, all smooth, smile and charm until they are out of sight. It drops the second we are left alone, and even the concierge had the sense to walk off with a dubious look our way. I feel my sanity go with her, so deflated and exhausted and I sniff, coughing into my hand as another wave of dry convulsions that make me wretch hits me.

My throat burns with the effort and I wish I had the sense to just ask for a glass of water at least. Alexi turns back on me coldly after watching his party depart, confident they are out of sight and earshot.

‘’You were told to stay put, what the hell are you doing here?’’ Same usual hateful tone and deflation just consumes me. I can’t take this on top of everything else that this man throws at me, and I slap his hand off me angrily, sick to death of him and finding my last ounce of energy to bark right back.

‘’Fuck off. You don’t control me anymore, it’s not like any threat of punishment means anything either. I’d happily let you snap my fucking neck the way I am feeling.’’ I turn on my heel to head towards the awful elements once again and get yanked back by the back of my jacket abruptly, and pulled into a little outer apex of hallway that is shielded from the inner restaurant, by my hood. I struggle and twist to yank it free, but he has me dangling like a bratty child.

‘’I’m in no fucking mood. You were told to stay put and call Mico if you needed anything; you’re soaked through, look like hell and in a place you shouldn’t be.’’ He rasps at me, losing his famous cool ever so quickly.

‘’I’m sorry, did I embarrass you while out with your girlfriend? Does Joanne know she’s not your one and only?’’ I droll hatefully, silky sweet venom rolling off my tongue. He just looks like he really will strangle me this time, but I no longer care, sickness has a way of making everything around you unimportant and blurred out because all you can focus on is how close to death you feel.

have a shitty reaction to all kinds of bugs and illnesses, and when I get them they all go the same way, horrid all-consuming fever and sweats when they hit their peak and

the top shoulder of my jacket as he marches me outside, not even asking me to walk with him. Not

I am half dragged, half pushed out into the street as one of his familiar security come rushing with an

My head's circling, brain throbbing and vision blotching. I’m close to passing out and I need to be

What the hell?

he does anymore. I just make sure there is enough distance that he will stop touching me now he has me locked in here with him. I think of getting out the other side but one look at the heavens raining down out there and how shitty I feel, I just sink back and rest my

moment.’’ He orders the driver who immediately dives out of the car and heads to the man with the brolly. I guess it’s

beyond being able to wipe water off, and I am already shivering from the effects. My

I just sink lower into the padded seat

is because he doesn’t trust me to go home and stay out

my head, I look his way warily and earn myself another furrowed brow of disdain. He looks like he always does, except in a tux and annoyingly groomed. No hints of what’s going on in that brain on

a regular basis. You’re sick; what is it? Flu?’’ He hasn’t got

my idea he’s riddled me with sex diseases

plague.’’ Would probably be a blessing for him if I died of a horrible disease suddenly. I jump when he puts a hand on my forehead and slap him away again impulsively, burning from his touch and the ignition of fury. I am surprised by that gesture but nothing should surprise me where he is concerned anymore. Alexi does shit for God knows