The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

‘Did I ask for the great fucking Alexi Carrero to come on down here and start acting like the prize wanker you can be? NO, no I fucking did not! I asked Mico, MY FRIEND, for help! Someone who actually gives a crap about me, and in no part of that conversation did I say … bring that prick of a cousin of yours as I miss being treated like shit!’ I throw sarcastically, standing taller and lifting that defiant chin while I am the one who steps forward to him ungracefully. I am in the full throes of Diva mode as she finds her feet and blows the cobwebs off.

The distance between us shortens and two very pissed and buzzing people get their rage on, face-to-face while the atmosphere turns to static around us and sizzles with the effect.

Alexi seems to grow about five feet instantly, but I care not. This bastard will never make me cower at his feet again. I have learned one thing in his absence—I am the one who gave him the power to wound me and I won’t ever do that again.

‘Well it looks like you found yourself a man who treats you so much better, Princess.’ He smirks cruelly and reaches out to touch my swollen face smugly and gets himself a massive hand slap over his wrist for the effort. My knee-jerk reaction to the disgust of him laying a hand on me that echoes with the noise of the thwack as my skin hits his.

‘DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!’ I explode at him, shoving him back bodily in the chest with flat palms, using all my might as rage consumes me erratically. He stumbles and that cocky half laugh, half disbelieving look he gives me, sets off my psycho side. She has been hiding for months but I guess she does need a good airing.

I turn on him to face down that demon of a wanker I do not want in my apartment and do what Camilla does best. I pick up the nearest object to me and lob it at his head! Even though we are not very far apart and a slap would have better aim. I know it’s a bit schizoid, but after all, that’s how he makes me.

‘Jesus Christ!’ Alexi barks and ducks as a stray shoe from the table whizzes over the top of him, and he dodges out of my way like a panther with amazing reflexes. He wasn’t expecting that and the shocked expression fuels my desire to do it again; a slight kick of enjoyment at unleashing some sort of payback on the utter arsehole.

‘Camilla, for God’s sake!’ Mico yelps from across the room but I just blank him out. I have a lot of fucking angry words yet to come out and I will happily let them be accompanied by missiles aimed at Alexi. I turn and head for my bags by the door, now he has scooted sideways away from it and lift one to throw at him impulsively. It’s heavy enough to hurt but light enough to throw: perfect weapon.

‘You’re fucking crazy!’ Alexi snaps again, dodging my weightier attempt and it only fuels to make me so much more volcanic. Annoyed he would have the nerve to call ME crazy!!!

I grab an armful of random shit from the floor—shoes, a book, a couple of ornamental trinkets and one by one I start throwing them in his direction, on a hateful roll without a breather so he has no gap to come at me.

It feels amazing to be honest, even if I AM acting like a crazy person. Alexi deserves so much worse than things being thrown at him.

Although Mico is near him, and both split and scarper in opposite directions as I let loose and give a good go at being a baseball pitcher. Alexi is the aim, but he’s too bloody fast and my near misses are fuelling my annoyance and frustrations all the more.

‘Camilla!’ Mico tries to get close but I aim a shoe at him and he runs for cover too. He has no idea how mad I am at him for defiling my space with this demon, and he better get out of my way or become a victim of my throwing ability.

The man on the outside of the door walks in, turns and walks straight back out when he sees me launching things. I guess he wanted to know what was going on and shuts the door behind me to shield himself. No wish to be part of the crazy woman’s breakdown.

Sensible man!

much I want to ram something down your throat right now!’ I yell at Alexi as he moves speedily towards me to catch what I am throwing, but I just run in the opposite direction and throw things over my shoulder at him to keep him at bay. Alexi may be faster than me but his self-preservation is honed in on dodging items rather than catching me. I get to the couch and slide behind it, so

roll and I have enough fight in me from months of pining in pain to fuel me all god damn night! He keep’s slapping and

hurt and heartbreak at the hands of this man. He has no idea as to the depth of sadness I have dealt with for the past months, or how much shit

and trying to shout over the noise at me to calm down, but it’s falling on deaf ears

still yelling at me and still making me worse. He brings it

your fucking head off, you wanker. I hope I break your nose or your teeth. I hope I take out an eye!’ It’s juvenile, but damn it feels like being

from his side, palms raised as he tries to get past me to his cousin as a shield and I pause when

very loud tone and pushes Alexi back by the shoulder, so he comes between us slightly, widening the gap from the couch and brings a tiny halt to our war. I continue glaring at my arch nemesis over his shoulder and Alexi returns the favour. Both of us fuelled on mutual dislike and giving as good as we get in terms of filthy looks. Alexi’s eyes are so dark they actually look coloured for once,

take a breather from swing arm and lower the trainer I am holding. My shoulder aches from the exertion and I take the moment to catch my breath, unaware I was heaving until now. Lungs ready to explode and body screaming at me that I am in no fit state for this kind of behaviour. Physically, I feel

frown from Mico this time, which makes me pipe down. I don’t want to be pissing off my hero, even if he has questionable loyalty! I mean why else would that

again and it is expelled already. I’m still fuming internally, although shock and something else is sweeping through my body, and I just feel raw and vulnerable now—emotions threatening to the surface. I’ve been on one hell of a rollercoaster these past twelve hours and I wonder if part of me is in a state of delirium … I do

talk. You are going to put that down and come over here and listen! Stop being a fucking Diva, Camilla!’ Mico snaps at me, his dad tone is full-on aggression, and he lowers his brows in a similar way to his cousin which only

that bastard goes way over there!’ I sulk and point to the far corner of the room with the toe of the shoe I am holding and nod at Alexi smugly, getting another icy look as he sighs and shakes

Surprisingly!

flies through the air quite poetically and catches him unawares right in the centre back of his skull with a dull thud that is a short-lived victory and seems to bring the entire room to a deathly silence. That tiny little trigger of regret swirls from inside of me as I remember a cushion throw

tries to rein him in. It’s a fast-reflexed manoeuvre, and he’s barely controlling his

onto him as he tries to fight towards me. I start arming myself with heavy objects in readiness for battle, and

boring into mine with

down, even though I am quaking right down to my toes and know this

right to be here, but it doesn’t mean

wielding a hair tong that’s about as pointy as the shoe and probably incapable of penetrating skin, but I wave it manically anyway as though I intend

with something more suited for impalement, I drop my finds impulsively in fright. Alexi comes thundering towards me, jumps the couch to get

terror, heart racing like I am high on drugs because I know what comes with an Alexi eruption of anger, and the bastard is fucking fuming. I’m not dumb enough to not expect something awful in retaliation.

he pulls it right off my head leaving me in a sports bra, not giving two shits if escape is the result. He doesn’t relent, throws

spoon on the table on the way past. Alexi just jumps after me, clearing it easily like some superman athlete who cannot be taken down from his pursuit. He skims it at speed, so I turn on him and start waving and swinging it

crushing grip, hot skin burning mine with a sizzling connection; in the blink of an eye he yanks the blooming thing out of my hand ferociously. It makes me yelp with