The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Alexi is acting differently, treating me differently. Yet, he is still the same as he always was to everyone else. Seeing glimpses of him like this is seeing glimpses into the person he is around Mico and his family when no one is around to be Mafia King for. The person Mico will openly question and argue with in private. Not the sadistic overbearing arsehole he is in public with him.

The club is sparse right now because of the time of day and all the people in here are either non-important tenders or Carrero men on security detail. Carreros he knows well, mostly. Alexi is relaxed and off guard and not keeping up the manner of brooding Boss. He’s blanking me, but yet not bothering to put on any act with me in the room either.

This can’t just be about running his club, can it?

Watching him joke and laugh with his cousin reminds me of this morning, before I put him in a foul mood. Seeing hints of humour and good vibes I wonder if I have crossed some weird line into his inner circle; that secret club, which his brother and cousins belong to, and possibly Sophie and that girl from his apartment that never saw the demon in him. Seeing the second layer to his personality that stays hidden from anyone he doesn’t trust and realising I crossed over somehow. I’m seeing hints of why the women in his family think he’s someone else. Why they like him.

It’s mind-blowing.

Alexi only lets family in, so I’m not sure if I am even close to being right. I’m not his friend, not someone he needs to let in to run his club, and he definitely doesn’t trust me. I’m overthinking this. I must be. He’s maybe just having a good day and kicking back a little. I maybe just never saw it before, when I was all caught up in matters of the heart and fighting him every step of the way. I just cannot shake the thought that this means something in regard to him and me.

When he gave me the gun, he said, ‘I trust you.’ and I dismissed it because, to be honest, all he does is mess with your head and play games.

Nothing he ever says should be taken as gospel. I ignored it because I thought he was trying to manoeuvre me to do what he wanted, but sitting here now, watching him, it’s like a little light bulb going off.

These months apart, something in him stopped and re-evaluated me for whatever reason, and I am yet to find out what happened in my absence. Something made him rethink bringing me back and now it hits home that maybe he has started to believe he can really trust me. I know he didn’t before. He told me as much. Sat here, thinking this through, I realise that his whole opinion of what and who he thought I was has genuinely been altered. He wasn’t lying when he said it.

Alexi looks at me differently now. I just don’t know why.

I don’t know how to feel about that, it’s like being hit by a cold blast of icy water in the face, completely unexpected. I am not getting a new and reformed Alexi at all. I am getting the side to him that people like Sophie get to see, only still with the added lingering Boss complex. He may not have strong feelings for me in the way I had for him, but he has changed his attitude on what he thinks of me and this is the result. I think Alexi is potentially trying to let me in under his mask. He’s trying to make amends in his weird, overbearing and controlling arsehole way.

He won’t punish me for earlier … I am confident of that now that I’m really dissecting this. It’s why he keeps simmering before reacting towards me. He’s trying to treat me differently than he did before. The pauses and looking away, clenching his jaw – all signs of thinking before he acts towards me. All hints that he is trying to be different ….for me.

‘Alexi! It’s Gino.’ Jackson calls out to him across the floor, pulling my brain back to the present and all of us turn and look up to see Mr Smiley himself walking in the front door, beaming from ear to ear and my heart sinks. All my thoughts fluttering away like paper on the breeze at this demonic shit stirrer walking in.

He’s good at goading his brother, he gets off on it, and so I am staying out of the way. I value my health and I don’t want a return of possessive crazy in Alexi when Gino tries to rile him. He’s already angry at me and giving me the obvious cold shoulder, so I don’t want to antagonise that.

Even if he is treating me differently, he is pissed as hell and still capable of ripping me down with words and vile looks. What he did to Joanne is proof of that. She is probably upstairs sobbing into her own lap, and even though I dislike her immensely, I can empathise with how that feels. Alexi can make you feel worthless with absolute minimal effort and doesn’t even break a sweat over it. I doubt he has ever experience remorse, to be honest.

all … Was passing and thought I would check in to see if you were here.’ Gino is dressed pretty much identically to Alexi, and it’s kind of weird, seeing them even more like bookends. Even the choice of colours they have on is the same. Black and turquoise t-shirts over washed out jeans with white trainers. I wonder if that’s a weird twin thing, drawn to the same kinds of clothes, colours … and cars. I wonder if it extends to women and try to visualise what his girlfriend must look like. It would be a

warmly, makes me gawp and just enforces the fact he isn’t putting on any show for me

which Alexi has a human side and knows how to smile. And hug.

Ewwww!

as I thought this out. I recoil into my seat when he moves towards me at speed, trying to

you, all Miss Official and serious. What’s he got you doing? Books? Paperwork? You look very pretty today and it’s awesome to see you

touching,’ I yelp at him defensively, raising my palms, momentarily phased

raise a brow at me across the room, no hint of anything readable,

the lookalikes are getting a no go warning.’ He laughs, jesting, and

Alexi answers smoothly, watching me without a flicker of remorse or emotion and I just stare straight back at him, mirroring his expression. I won’t back down or show him he got to me and left me feeling upset

maybe the fact that a long while ago he pretty much told me to never let Gino touch me, in a

rock that

haughtily, aiming my remark at him, and that gets a smile from Mico this time. Dodging the real issue between us and going back to me answering Gino.

a real sore point with

Alexi throws him a foul glare too, and then hits the back of his hand into Mico’s abdomen, making him

must be high or

his head knowingly, seemingly on the ‘in’ about that detail between us. It’s weird knowing that he has confided the terms of our arrangement to Mico, but I guess being his second in command is a sign he may also be his closest friend and completely in his trust. More so than his twin in some

backwards so he lands his butt back on the stool ungracefully and throws a swing at Gino with his foot. Gino dodges it expertly and tries for a palm slap at Alexi’s head; he’s

personal safety!’ He turns his back on me on the stool and grabs Gino in a headlock, pulling him with him

again when he leans back trying to take a flick at Alexi’s head. Alexi is faster and catches his hand, giving it a twist before Mico can stop them. Gino muffles a yelp and swats him

be muzzled.’ Dad voice on and he aggressively shoves them both apart, to stop the shenanigans. I am

regressed twenty years in the space of five minutes, and this guy sitting here … complete stranger to me. I feel like I don’t know him at all. Gino too … Mr smooth and smiley … both

boys and I have to practically push my eyes back in from popping out of my head. I can guarantee

hell

to each other, with

thought, just a simple reaction, I impulsively giggle out loud at the

weird buzz of something in that look that makes my heart flutter unexpectedly across the room and then I look away quickly—suddenly engulfed in