The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Drunk me, is not a good thing and I remember in my hazy stupor why this is not something I ever do to myself. I am an emotional mess, sobbing into my own lap on the floor and cradling my umpteenth cocktail of hard liquor while pulling my mental state into disarray.

I am a bad drunk and I can’t switch off the depths of feeling going off inside me like a hot flowing volcano as lava bubbles out through my body. I was stupid to do this to myself, and instead of drowning my sorrows I have opened Pandora’s Box and can’t seem to switch off the all-consuming pain and turmoil coming from the dark recesses of my brain.

It’s like I have my own cinematic tragedy on replay, reminding me of my life and all my woes and stupid buried memories which are springing out in all directions, to add to how devastated I already feel.

Despite all of that, HE is still foremost in my brain, plaguing me like the tormentor he is so apt at being, and even in his absence he still has that hold over me.

Go figures that the demon would star in my self-inflicted daymares.

I fall back on the floor and spill my drink all over his white plush rug as I let out another wave of gut wrenching sobs until I can’t breathe anymore. My nose is runny and blocked, my eyes burning with the watery makeup that’s poured down my entire face and left little dark droplets on the rug around me. I don’t care though, screw his stupid ridiculously expensive rug in his stupid Manhattan apartment. Fuck Alexi and all that he is. I can’t remember feeling this way in a long, long time. Not since the day my mother held me down at the age of eleven and let Rick rape me for a ten pound bag of heroin.

The feeling of complete hopelessness and devastation as she stole what was left of my sanity that day, for a pitiful little bag of smack and showed me how little value I held in her life. After years of beating me into submission and verbally stripping me raw of any self-respect or self-esteem I may have naturally had, she made sure she took the last ounces of me away that day. I was her punching bag in life and the source of all her anger. I was the baby who ruined her life, her marriage and the reason she was a scummy piss poor addict in the worst part of Hackney.

I spent years hiding the reality of my life from school and those who lived around me, but my story was not unique and many kids like me had abusive addict parents and lives that no children should endure. I had to learn to suck it up and deal with it. I had to learn to fend for myself and not rely on anyone else for anything in life. I fed myself, made sure I made my own money in any way I could just so I wouldn’t starve or freeze. I stole, I begged, I manipulated people just

in survival. That’s what I did. I learned that men and women can be equally cruel, that people will turn a blind eye to something distasteful rather than help, even when you are a child. I learned that those in positions to help are sometimes as

only to end up in the children’s homes and running away at every opportunity they could. I didn’t have friends, because I couldn’t trust anyone not to tell what I was enduring and fear of becoming one of those kids being whisked off to a home to endure other

I was taller, slimmer, and prettier, than a lot of them, and I was smart enough to know it had a use. I

wouldn’t be suspicious over

the game and hid what was done to me, what I was being used for. I learned how to make men want me and act as though I liked what they

stopped being something degrading and wrong and became an act

that was never going to be a reality. There are no knights to come sweep you away from the crap I lived through. You need to rely on you and you

him and didn’t even try in any way after my first hurdle to play him to meet my own ends. He was better at it, colder, smarter, and crueller, and I knew I was no match for him. He was a different kind of breed to most men, and I let him lead me by

too pathetic to keep my heart and head out

all that I am capable of, I did my best to be loyal and fair when it came to him. I never once played him or tried to stab him in the back. I went against all I have been in

toeing the line in his world and it was all I have ever wanted. So I