The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

‘London?’ Alexi’s voice makes me stop dead as I get to the hallway for the lift and my heart drops like a lead weight. He’s followed me, and I turn back, ready to face another yelling match or sadistic prick appearance. I’m just overwhelmed with whatever the hell that was between us back there and he’s clearly in the mood for putting women in their place today and functioning on high sexuality.

And he called me London, which is usually not a good sign.

I move slowly, inhaling heavily to reel in my chaotic hormones and face him, expecting the worst. He just looks calm, unemotional and unaffected in the way I am, which irritates me.

One sided sexual tension then?

‘You dropped this.’ He hands me a sheet of paper with my handwriting all over it, a list I have been ticking off as I work, and I sigh. A little relieved that’s all he followed me for, and bring my eyes back to his as I take it. He studies me closely.

‘Thank you.’ I don’t know what else to say. There is an awkward pause because he just stands towering over me silently, looking at me with that effortless deadpan expression of his, and yet the air between us gets instantly thick and heavy.

My panties are not as ready to drop so dramatically but the embers are still glowing.

‘I’m sorry I yelled at you,’ he mutters quietly. It’s not the most heartfelt apology of my life, and it’s obvious he’s still being a moody prick as he says it with a slightly strained tone. A look on his face that he feels obliged to do this rather than wants too, but I guess it’s better than nothing. I can tell it’s not easy for him to do it.

Alexi never apologises before committing horrible acts of punishment on me, so maybe I am being saved from future worry. He only ever said sorry when he was letting something go or already administered the revengeful reaction in the past—never before.

‘I’m sorry I tried to Wonder Woman a rescue for a stinky stray. He ran away by the way. I don’t think he will be back.’

Impulsively, I fill the weirdness between us with words and back down feebly. Losing all my sass when he’s this close, even while I am still reacting down in the nether regions like a sex-starved nymphomaniac; Standing awkwardly, feeling fidgety while trying to stay completely still to hide it.

Think of BOB … BOB, my large well-endowed vibrating friend and a nice night of porn and orgasms. That should cure me for a while!

‘Actually … he was in the lot when I pulled in, ran right out in front of me.’ Alexi looks grim and despite myself and my normal lack of empathy for most human beings, a massive pang of pain strikes me across the chest, killing my libido dead. I grab his wrist impulsively in complete horror, clutching him in painful panic.

‘Oh my god, you didn’t …?’ Tears hit my eyes, such a stupid reaction over some dumb unwanted animal but its automatic and I can’t help it. A vision of him running over that poor, defenceless little beast strikes a massive dagger in my heart. Throbbing instantly as it rips me in two.

Alexi frowns at me as though I am insane and then looks down to the death grip I have on his wrist, clinging to him needily in the hope he is joking. My knuckles turning white with the effort I am holding on. He’s probably wondering how it is he can’t touch me but I get to anytime I want. Not that this is affection. I am on the verge of hysteria over some creepy cat.

‘Little shit dodged me, he’s fine. Probably sharpening his claws on my paintwork as we speak.’ He answers sarcastically, disinterested in the poor animal’s plight and my eyes widen in shock.

‘You tried to hit him?’ I squeak, appalled that he would try to run it over, a weak defenceless innocent animal. A poor kitty, one just looking to survive. I let him go in complete disgust, abhorrence all over my face.

Alexi just rolls his eyes at me and sighs.

‘No. Add animals to my no women, no children rule. Unless he throws himself under my car or gives me reason to run him over … I am not completely devoid of morals,’ He replies tartly.

No, just a heart.

imprint I left on his arm as though swatting a fly off, and I almost choke on the sudden swell of tears that hit me in the back of the throat

Unsure if he’s joking, lying or just being a prick, and when he touches my hand softly, I

the lot. Looks like shit, probably came here to die. It seems old.’ He

and this time I do start crying. I don’t know what’s bloody wrong with me. I

by getting upset over something so dumb; I slap him on the chest amid blurry tears and stupid sobs … distraught and unable to

Alexi—you can’t contract human emotions by being exposed to tears you know!!

and can’t function like a normal woman down there, but it still annoys

never understand you.’ He mutters it under his breath at me and gets a frosty look in return. He really is

it,’ I snark back at him, wiping my nose on my sleeve and try to stem the tears. I feel stupid for getting this way over

changing direction and it has the same effect as a sobering stroke, getting me

what I hear but everything inside of me is

ass and you have a new driver, so he doesn’t ever have to abandon you to park. His name is Wes; he is coming down from my uptown office to be stationed here. All he does is drive, nothing else. Think you can handle

Hell just froze over.

would ever actually agree with me. I calm myself, smooth my dress down to regain my cool control and wipe away the last evidence of

I am fine. Deep

something?’ Alexi looks instantly stern and I honestly

down to check my file and then my dress in

that edgy bastard

I sigh at him.

the lift right at the side of me where I was almost abducted. Alexi just

I relent in an exasperated sigh.

on my chest ungracefully to stop me almost sends me back on my arse and enrages me in an instant. Still not quite getting to grips with the whole no touching thing, and I sometimes wonder why I bother. He has no concept of boundaries except

he just ignores it. He presses something on

Hallway. Now!’ Commanding, cold, efficient. He’s back to Mafia King. I have to say, I instantly miss the little hints

a small almost clear thing in his ear like a little wireless radio, and he catches me looking at it as I try

points to a tiny little clear dot on the inside of his t-shirt neckline that’s barely a ‘thing’ and I must say I’m impressed. It’s so inconspicuous it’s

that’s sort of cute. He really does love his brother I guess, even

when it comes to security. Now talking of which, he came to invite us all out for a night on the tiles. You want to come?’ Alexi raises expectant brows, another change in conversation direction, and a soft smile appearing ever so slightly that distracts me for a

With a bunch of Carrero men? Like a little Carrero gang bang? I’m not sure that’s my thing.’ I am confused by the invitation, disarmed by it, but Alexi smiles at me

with their women come too. We do this sometimes, to let off steam. How about it, London, do you want a night off?’ He leans one hand against the

bonding time, and no way in hell am I going down that route