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.

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 hint to Alexi’s type I guess, so maybe I don’t

acting like normal men, greeting each other warmly, makes me gawp and just enforces the fact he isn’t putting on any show for me being here. He doesn’t care if I see this

reality—one in which Alexi has a human side and knows how

Ewwww!

as I jump and realise I have been staring into space as I thought this out. I recoil into my seat when

he got you doing? Books? Paperwork? You look very pretty today and it’s awesome to see you back.’ Gino is killing me with over-enthusiastic friendliness and I lean back away from him when he swoops

raising my palms, momentarily phased by the resemblance to Alexi and automatically spitting it out at

across the room, no hint of anything readable, and Gino moves

no go warning.’ He laughs, jesting, and I right

straight back at him, mirroring his expression. I won’t back

to never let Gino touch me, in a very psychotic way, and despite not belonging to him now, it’s still in the

rock

remark at him, and that gets a smile from Mico this time. Dodging the real issue

is a real sore point

too, and then hits the back of his hand into Mico’s abdomen, making him flinch. Childishly boyish and acting like

I must be high or something—

Mico just shakes 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

swing at Gino with his foot. Gino dodges it expertly and tries for a palm slap at Alexi’s head; he’s faster and ducks out of range. It’s typical male

back on me on the stool and grabs Gino in a headlock, pulling him with him and the pair burst into an immature wrestling match for a few minutes before Mico

and pushes Gino again when he leans back trying to take a flick at Alexi’s head. Alexi is faster and

two stop that! I swear sometimes you two need to be muzzled.’ Dad voice on and he aggressively shoves them both apart, to stop the shenanigans. I

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

and I have to practically push my eyes back in from popping out of my head. I can guarantee no one outside of

the hell

to each other, with the same unamused

time, without thought, just a simple reaction, I impulsively giggle out loud at the craziness of it

buzz of something in that look that makes my heart flutter unexpectedly