The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 62

I’m surprised to hear Mico talking so candidly to someone he never seems to question. I guess they think I am totally out cold and can't hear them talking around me, because let’s face it, I am planked out star-shaped on a bed with a dead expression, closed eyes and barely able to move and I probably look like I am in a coma.

I wish I was, and maybe I would not feel so wretched or out of my head on crazy hallucinogens.

I like Mico, he’s a thug and a brutal henchman, but I like the fact he’s probably the first person I have ever met that shows any concern for me, except maybe Gino. He seemed to do that too for a brief moment in that posh house so very far away.

I wonder why he has a family home that he never uses.

Focus Camilla … stop floating off on the sea breeze.

Jesus, I am definitely high.

‘‘You’re not taking her in the shower or stripping her, I’m the only one who’s going to do that.’’ There's that edge of possessiveness and I literally cannot move a muscle. I feel paralysed from the waist down and yet the weird dreamlike state is doing a great job of not caring about anything anymore. It’s like being merry drunk just, you know, without the merry and just the drunk.

‘‘What, you don’t trust me? You think I’m going to do anything to her? I have more respect for her than anyone … More than you fucking do. You need to lay off her, let her go and realise who you’re fucking throwing accusations at. You may be the family front man Lex, but I’m still a Carrero and an equal voice in how things go down.’’ Mico sounds angry and I wish I could open my eyes to see what they’re doing. It’s weird listening to an argument when your brain is blocking out any sense of what they are physically doing and playing the sound of rushing waves in your ears at loud levels.

‘’I don’t trust anyone when it comes to her, she’s bad news and I curse the day she walked into my life.’’

‘’All the more reason to just go. I’ll make sure she gets well, and then I’ll take her to Chicago and leave her there like you planned. She will be out of your hair and off Santagato’s radar for good.’’ I hold still as I listen intently and a part of me reconnects with my heart beating faster, a tiny ounce of hope that this is the reason he did this to me, to protect me from that man, and that maybe I was right, that night did mean something.

have let her die that night at the hands of Tyler’s men …‘‘ Alexi trails off, the

destroys my head. I’m an idiot to ever give myself any false hope where Alexi is

miles away from this bullshit. The girl needs a decent break. Someone out there who will look after her and show her another life.’’ Mico sounds pissed, judgemental and I stay still as a statue as I just try to breathe through my disembodied ache, trying not to cry, and trying to stay conscious as darkness keeps tugging at

they belong.’’ Alexi making it very clear that this is a feeling of responsibility and

… whores, liars

I am, and all he sees is a jaded vessel who has been used by

sad little ray of hope and just feel dishevelled once more. Trying hard to block them out and really

I’m not connected anymore and do not react at all, allowing myself to be hauled down the bed and manoeuvred. It just sends me further towards the darkness and I struggle to stay conscious this time, failing badly.

girl needs a break in life,’’ Mico bites as I drift away so fast I can’t stop it and I finally get the relief of falling through

where strong arms and warmth wrap around me and

in bed, tucked in nice and cleanly with a nightdress on and a much clearer head; I feel less unwell yet still fragile and bruised with a lingering temperature. That cotton wool head is not as severe, and my throat no longer feels like razor blades are lodged in the passage. I think it must have been a virus and last night

lingers for days and then WHAM like a flash flood it will spike, knock me for six for an intense twelve hours and flush it out of my system.

I assumed I was alone. She looks no more than a teenager and I gawp at her with complete suspicion, no idea who she is or why

be wearing. I don’t stop to question who took my underwear off and put this on instead, and I don’t think I want to know when only two men were here last

to take care of you until he gets back.’’ She fidgets awkwardly, and I scan her up and down with open speculation. She’s dressed in jeans, a jumper and

and sweet brown eyes. Poster child for

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