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!

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

a roll

depth of sadness I have dealt with for the past months,

me to calm

here to talk, not be maimed, for fuck’s sake!’ Alexi is still yelling

knock 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 alive again and despite my feverish head and rather crazed erratic

to get past me to his cousin as a shield and I pause when I realise

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

I 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

and get an annoyed 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 tosser be here, if Mico

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

at me, his dad tone is full-on aggression, and he lowers his brows in a similar way to his cousin which only riles my temper once more. I am

holding and nod at Alexi smugly, getting another icy look as he sighs and shakes his head before turning on his heel. He obviously realises I am not going to comply until he does and

Surprisingly!

skull with a dull thud that is a

towards me that Mico grabs him frontally and tries to rein him in. It’s a fast-reflexed manoeuvre, and he’s barely controlling his viciously enraged prisoner as he attempts to jump my couch and throttle me. Alexi is seething and I think I just flipped his kill switch. My

hold onto him as he tries to fight towards me. I start arming myself with heavy objects in readiness for battle, and know that if Mico cannot control him then I better be ready to protect myself. Heart pounding and my eyes never leaving his

him and me, eyes boring into mine with the

fear or back down, even though I am quaking right down to my toes and know this was a

he has no right to be here, but it

will stab you in the god damn throat, you psycho!’ I screech back, wielding a hair tong that’s about as pointy as the shoe and probably incapable of penetrating skin, but I wave it manically

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

heart racing like I am high on drugs because I know what comes with an Alexi eruption of anger, and the bastard

me in a sports bra, not giving two shits if escape is the result. He doesn’t relent, throws it aside angrily and keeps coming behind me with intent. Chasing around my fucking room as Mico attempts another capture of one scary as shit Carrero and fails. So now there are three of us running around the

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 at his face to battle him off—the deranged motions of someone trying to wield a wooden spoon as a sword and meeting a very fiery dragon

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 the force he uses and continues to grip me cruelly, all of my bravado melting away like ice on a hot