The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

People like him that did awful things. It would both fuel that wicked brain with more emotional tools and probably give him a sadistic kick. I quickly distract myself by picking up on a weird detail in what she said instead and let it go.

‘’You call him Lex? I can’t see him as a Lex somehow.’’ I try to move her onto something less raw and to the bone, distracting her instead with something menial. Only people I ever hear calling him that are his cousin and brother, it’s oddly personal. I look her up and down not sure what to make of that obvious affection, even for him she’s a bit young. She doesn’t look old enough to have even left school yet. I never pegged him for that kind, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach that he could be, and I just never realised it.

No better than Rick and his tastes in young girls. I find it repulsive to think of him looking at someone like her in that way, and yet I can’t ignore that tiny bite of jealousy, stupidly.

‘‘I’ve known him my whole life, I consider him like an honorary uncle or even like an older brother, he can be intimidating sometimes but I like him.’’ No hint of a lie, the kid is smitten in a family connected way—innocent and naïve. She’s clearly deranged but clearly NOT sexually connected. Knowing that she sees him as family makes me feel better, immediately relieved even if there’s something wrong with her.

I guess family is different though, Sophie seemed to have genuine affection for him too and I wonder what it is they see in him. I guess she gets to see a different side to him than most and it makes me realise even more so how much my hopes of meaning something to him are based on fantasy.

If he cared, I would have as much insight into the other side of him as the little girl standing in front of me. Someone he allows to see beyond what he is in this world if there is another side to him. The hints of softness I saw in fleeting moments that he obviously lets those he cares about see fully. Yet another sharp reminder that he never let me behind that barrier once.

Let it go, Camilla … Let him go. You can’t make him love you and he clearly had a sense of obligation over care last night. He wants me gone and probably didn’t want me to die on his turf, or in his apartment.

I should just stick with the plan and start my life somewhere else, get my head straight and sort my heart out; go back to my numb existence where I had freedom to play men for my own benefit.

When did I become this woman? Head on a man obsessively, letting it overtake every part of my thoughts to the point he effects all my decisions and needs. I’m losing my marbles, losing my sense of self and becoming pathetic. I used to watch girls like this, going gaga over some suave man with a nice smile, and completely pity them for their naivety and weakness.

I swore it would never be me.

all the faces of men and the masks they wore and I would never be

once made me feel like he would treat me well, trust me, give me a relationship or even care about me, and yet I went

abused for all those years

like I could take care

swap and is bringing soup, he feels bad that he didn’t know you were sick.’’ I don’t really know how that makes

world doesn’t have many of those. Really though, I am a big girl and I can get up.’’ I never

said much to me and kept his distance so

gotten it. I don’t know how to feel knowing that someone is willing to take care of me because I am sick for

a certain young Carrero by the name of Anjelo. Hottest guy I have ever laid eyes on and I swear if he fills out like Gino and Lex, I won’t make it to my next

worms men and sex can be. I also happen to think she really doesn’t know much about men if she’s lumping Alexi in the ‘’Carrero pool of wonderful men’’ list.

you can’t get it back and it changes everything, trust me, I know.’’ I sound friendly enough but the

girls I don’t even know. I don’t care about the lives of others, and I have no space for those kinds of complications or problems. No one in

the edge of the bed uninvited with wide probing eyes, youthfully curious and I just sigh at her knowing when I have no chance

was obviously sick.’’ She has that sniffing for gossip look that I used to see on the girls I was lumped with under Rick’s command. I learned fast that women are devious witches who use any tiny titbit of information as a weapon to

boss took a naked shower with you to cool you down. You were crazily hot, and he was worried you would have

making sense, but none of it does. I literally just stare at her as though I am not hearing her right, trying to pull back fuzzy memories without much success. I do have a vague recollection of listening to Alexi talk to me under a constant stream of cool fluid, but it’s so