The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I don’t care what he’s thinking about, I just want to get my medicine and be left alone for all time. His presence is like a lead weight and as much as I have ached to see him for the past Fort-Eight hours, I realise that it just reminds me how much I hate him, hate what he’s capable of making me feel.

‘’Here.’’ He holds out his handkerchief to me and despite wanting to push it away I have water running down my face and a nose that’s running like crazy, I accept it despite wanting to tell him where to go and just avoid eye contact once again.

‘’Stop being nice, I don’t like it and it just makes me suspicious of your motives, which means I can’t relax.’’ I snap childishly and start drying my skin, dabbing my face and blowing my nose as discreetly as I can. As soon as I have done all I can I just sag, so I face plank my own knees and sigh heavily; face against the damp rough fabric but being horizontal is far better than upright as another wave of dizziness overtakes my brain. He’s the worst kind of headache and I don’t need more.

‘‘What are you doing?’’ His annoying tone grates on my nerves. I close my eyes to blank him out feeling surreal and dreamy as my fever ups a gear and starts to seep over my entire body.

‘‘I’m so sick.’’ I can’t face sitting up, it’s better to be down here, my voice is getting croaky with every attempt at talking and I wish I had never come out at all. The weather has made this a hundred times worse, and I just want to close my eyes and sleep it off while he has us driven across town to get what I need. For a moment I am actually grateful he decided to drive me.

‘‘Take this off, it’s making you cold.’’ Alexi tugs at my jacket but I just yank away from him again.

‘‘Cooling me down, so it stays on.’’ I battle, half coherently without opening my eyes and I can even hear the slur in my own speech. I am not really enjoying being in soaked clothes but I have zero energy to lift myself back up and I don’t want him to know how weak I really am in this state. My legs have turned to lead, and my body is giving up on me. That wave of fatigue hitting me hard and I tell myself if I just rest my eyes for a few minutes then the overwhelming sense of falling will pass.

‘’Stop fighting me Cam, just for once.’’ Alexi sounds fed up and I ignore him, curling my arms around my head and just close my eyes tightly to block him out. I know my position is fucking weird, but it’s helping me feel less crap and also has the added benefit of not having to look at the arsehole or acknowledge him in any way.

happened to London? Guess that was just a cute name when he was trying to keep me under the thumb. He has

Wanker!

top of them and I try to block it out. Letting my body give in to the feeling of relaxation, and just let darkness move

Alexi is yanking my wet trousers down my legs. I have no clue where

so out of it, it’s like I am on something, wondering if he would drug me to be compliant and remember I never took anything from him to get this way. It must be the fever hitting me full blown as I am so out of whack

been staying in. Mico is setting up a tray by my bed with an assortment of fluids and medicines before switching on the TV on the wall behind him. I have no idea which reality I just woke up in where Carrero men

the hell are you doing?’’ I blurt out groggily, my voice weird and speech slurred and incoherent and then lay very still

your wet clothes off, you’re burning up and I need to cool you down, get you dry.’’

can barely focus. I toss on the bed as bright colours obscure my

No.

try to roll but my body feels weirdly unconnected to me and the weight surrounding me might possibly be my limbs which have ceased to function.

think I’m sicker

heat and cold waving through my body in intervals. I’m jerked again as he pulls the legs of my trousers free and all I’m left in is wet underwear,

morning according to Jake but no way in hell is she fit for a journey.’’ Mico’s voice waves through and I give up trying to look where it’s coming