The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

‘’I just wanted you to see me, to talk to me,’’ I whisper, lost in my own head and the surreal haze that’s surrounding me now. I feel like this is a dream and if I could rewind and go back a few minutes then I would. I sound like a crazy person having a mental break, maybe I am. Booze and Alexi’s head games pushed me to a place I never thought I would ever go. He broke me.

‘‘You know maybe you should just pull the trigger if it makes you feel better. Maybe it’s the only way out of this.’’ He smirks again and I focus my tear blurred vision on his face, breaking in two. A face I came to love and hate at the same time and now a face that sends the fear of God into me.

I don’t know if he’s being serious or playing with my head as he has that mask of deadpan on his face, and I cannot read him from his calm demeanour or lack of emotions at this moment. I want him to shut up and stop talking because he’s only making me worse, and I literally cannot stop shaking all over.

‘’Are you going to kill me?’’ It’s out before I can stop it and I swear there is a flicker of something in his eye that looks a little like hesitation, so fleeting I cannot be sure. My heart stops and my stomach somersaults, knowing that could mean the answer is yes. I knew I would never walk away from this.

‘’It’s more fun to make you suffer for a lifetime, London. I might just tie you up and keep you as my plaything in my little black room of whips and chains, teach you to never point a gun my way again.’’ The words are his usual venomous hatred but the tone is missing. He sounds as empty as I feel and his words don’t hit me with the same fear and intimidation that they normally do. It confuses me, but I know by now that he is all acts, games and lies and I should never fall for a single thing he does or says.

He is smarter than me and more able to play mind games. Even though I am the one holding the gun, I know I will be the one who dies tonight. He will turn this around somehow, and I’m no match.

‘’I just wanted you to care about me.’’ It’s heartfelt and true, words from my soul, barely breathed they are so quiet, but he hears me and weirdly he looks away and then down at his feet. I don’t know what I see, a glimpse of a look of remorse for a fleeting second, a lull in his master plan on how to handle this maybe?

Maybe just stalling so he can think of how to handle me, and my arms are already drooping with the effort of holding up this unearthly metal object. It’s like a tonne weight in my hands and even my shoulders are vibrating with the effort. It’s icy cold in my pale hands and crying out at me to drop it.

I need to do something and soon before he can simply walk over and take it from me. I should just give it to him. I can’t though. It’s all that stands between me and the world of pain he can reign down on me.

I can’t take anymore and my mind is waning, my strength is gone and I won’t be able to survive what he could do to me. All of this pain and longing will never have a happy ending for me.

Girls like me don’t have heroes and happy ever afters. They have lives like mine that end in some sad tragic way and no one remembers their name. There is no happy ever after for me. There is no way out.

never get any better. These past few months was the closest to any sort of realness to relationships I have ever felt in my life, and all it has caused me is pain. It has highlighted how far from the road

really, even Mico will forget about me in time. I will become a burden to him as I have done

I know what I must do to get

I love him and I hate him all

seen them and for a moment I wonder what he is really thinking behind that mask of cool indifference. The

trust what I see though, I can’t. He’s devious and I should never

emptily, truly meaning it. I got myself here and the only way out ends in a bullet leaving this chamber. We both know it and maybe that’s what he has resigned to knowing too. If he tries to come at me I will pull

bid to lift it higher, and stare at the simplicity of this thing that has the

stop pain by removing the cause, right?

who I am.’’ Alexi doesn’t sound like he normally does and even though his words sound confident, there’s a tinge of something else

never did learn how to read him.

over by the bedroom, but I zone her out. If she has sense like any of the women who live in this world she will go in

calmer suddenly, as though by somehow taking control of my actions and what I plan to do it softens everything into a hazy surreal dream. My heart slows and my panic sizzles into a sad acceptance. I sniff back some tears and smile softly through the haze of

ounce of doubt in me. He has always been one step ahead and always knows what I am thinking and feeling, so he has to know what

and he is right—stop

for you to love me too and see past what everyone thinks I am. I never lied to you, I never betrayed you. I changed because of you. You made me care.’’ I feel like he needs to know, I need to say it

didn’t think I was capable of loving anyone and before I do what I am about to do I want him to know it. As awful as it was to fall for someone like him, he at least showed me that I could,

just stares at me with those soulless eyes, watching my every move, and doesn’t break the intense gaze he has on me. Silence stretched

mind is made up and I know how to be free of him. I lift the gun steadily, holding it tighter, feel the weight pulling my hands down, but I hold it steady and firmly tighten my grip. Determined within my haze of fuzzy head to finally put an end to