The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

The fact is that I am pining, stupid and emotional, and all I keep replaying in my head is him and his parting words. Crushing my soul and tormenting myself, even though it’s stupid.

He wants me gone and I want to be free of him. There is no reason to feel distraught and set adrift because I am getting just that. I skim my phone for the millionth time and hover over his number. Somehow knowing these are the last hours of any connection to him is making me erratic and stupid, and I have to keep chastising myself for letting him get in my head in this way. All I can think about is how he was that night, in bed alone with me after he made love to me, and that’s what it felt like. I know I am obsessing, but … It wasn’t sex, not in Alexi’s typical dominant and aggressive style. It was something else, something more. Something that got to me in ways that cannot be undone. It was seeing another side to him, one capable of softness and gentle caresses.

In the darkness when my senses were on high alert because I could not see him, I was more aware of how he touched me, how he felt, and Alexi made me feel like he loved me for one single night. It changed everything.

It’s in my head, stuck on the fact that in all the months I was in his domain, I never once did anything to warrant how he treats me. I never lied, I never played him or did anything deceitful or broke his trust. I never even had sex with another man besides him. I played by his rules even if my mouth was my biggest flaw. I behaved, stayed in line for the most part and brought his club to where he wanted it. I put my sweat, heart and soul into polishing it to perfection, and getting it running so smoothly the dollars were practically raining on him from above.

I do not deserve what he is doing now. I never failed to meet the standard he set in our agreement. No other men and make my club work. That was it—that was what was required of me and that was what I did.

Fuck you Alexi, you constantly moved the bloody goalposts and made life impossible. So why do I care so much that I am walking away?

That’s my problem right there, this inability to just let it go. Alexi showed me what it could be like to live a life where you don’t run or use sex for a living. He gave me another purpose and some self-respect, something to be proud of. A hint of what it could feel like if he ever fell for me and I want more.

I want my club. I want him and what it felt like that night! Safe, cherished and loved. Like it was only him and me in a safe bubble, where my past, or who I was didn’t matter at all, and Alexi didn’t make me feel owned or afraid for one night, despite what I had witnessed him do.

of him that wiped it all away straight after. It was the first time I saw more in him than what he shows the world. It was the first second of my life that I was just allowed to feel and linger in the moment without always being aware of danger or consequences. For the first time in my life, someone made me feel like it was not just sex, control, or fulfilling a need for themselves. He made me feel that I mattered to

me softly, passionately, caressed me and held me close even long after we were done. Every single second of that night was a huge contrast to what I had known from him before and

and over and I cannot believe that in those moments he felt nothing at all for me. It has plagued me every second since, and it’s why I cannot just let him go. He did that to make me feel better. No matter what other reasons he said it was for. I refuse to believe it was to

something and I didn’t imagine it. And then I woke up alone and it’s like he had

me spiralling in anger. Rationally, what he said after makes sense. Making sure I kept quiet and calmed down after witnessing a cold-blooded murder. Keeping me sweet so I wouldn’t run and tell, yet if all that were true then why isn’t he still pandering to me and keeping me close? He is acting like

or tell the authorities what happened, or maybe he just knows that I have no doubts where I would end up if I did. Swimming with the fish in a pair of concrete

before and I can see that it’s part of the reason he is the way he is. I have known cruel and sadistic men and I have known gangsters and murderers. Alexi is the first one I’ve met who could kill with his bare hands and not react in any

got off on it or went bloodlust crazy. He did what he needed to do to protect me and then he cleaned up his mess and acted like it was nothing at all. The sane behaviours of a killer because this

stay head of his family and uses his

met a barrage of feelings I long ago buried, and even allowing myself to form a friendship of sorts with Mico is proof that he has changed me in subtle ways. I care about Mico and I obviously care about Alexi. I would even go as far as saying I care

something to feel a little

protected me, even when I told myself he was controlling and possessive—not once did I ever feel like he would allow anyone in that place to use me for their own ends. As much as I hated it when he said I was his and acted like he owned me, I secretly loved that I

well not that I ever heard, but then I guess Joanne wouldn’t act like the smug bitch she is