The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 106

‘Adorable! Carrero men, we are so weak for them. Ciao Bella.’ She steps back to wiggle down the aisle back to her man and Alexi moves to let her slide in, getting another peck on the cheek as she passes. She pats him lovingly on the shoulder too.

I can’t really say I have a right to feel jealous about the obvious affection, I mean she’s not the first ‘family’ member to say that they adore Alexi, and I guess they see something in him to feel that way.

It’s just, I do.

Insanely crazily, heart pounding in my chest feeling of hurt, watching how he interacts with other women who are not part of his world or games.

It’s not that she’s touching him—it’s how he is behaving that slices me irreversibly.

Women in his family whom he marked as out of bounds; He treats them with a kindness and respect that he has never shown me or any of the women I see in the club with him. Touches, cuddles, gentlemanly behaviour, and God forbid … affection. They are never shown his cold and sadistic side, yet, I have seen all sides now, mostly the worst.

I look away when he walks back towards me, trying to push it down and not feel affected by it, but it has cut me, deep inside. Eyes misting and throat aching.

Crushingly so.

Knowing that even if he is treating me differently to how he did before, it’s still not how he treats women he obviously cares about. I have to swallow down the fresh wave of tears as they hit me hard in the back of my throat and my chest gets achingly tight.

Stupid to ever have let myself believe this was more. I realise somewhere deep down I must have still been harbouring it somewhere. No matter how much I have been denying it to myself.

‘What are you reading?’ Alexi moves back in causally and slides beside me, oblivious to my fragile mood. He lifts the edge of my book which has fallen flat in my lap even though I am staring down at it blankly and I get flustered with his sudden attention.

‘Umm, I don’t know, I just grabbed it because it was pretty.’ It’s not a lie, I saw it on the shelf of the shop I was in yesterday and grabbed it because I liked the cover. My head is a blank on what I have read, too caught up in swirling emotions and trying to hide my upset from him. He just throws me an odd look before buckling up his belt and nods at mine. I just made myself sound like a complete airhead while trying to cover the fact I’m in pain, all because Alexi doesn’t care about me.

How stupid am I?

Did I learn nothing the first-time around? Didn’t I warn myself to ever, NEVER, ever go back down this path where he was concerned?

‘Everyone’s here, get ready for take-off.’ He nudges me lightly with his shoulder to pull my attention and I drop my book and obediently buckle up. I put my bag and book on the table, eyes downcast on task and unable to look at him until I pull my shit together again. Hands trembling like an amateur and fighting my emotions to just stop crashing into one another like a freak.

‘Once we are in the air, we all tend to gather in the centre and have a few champagnes. You can get to know my cousins and their women and feel more at ease.’ Alexi leans in so his eyes are on me, forcing me to look up while I take long slow breaths to calm my pounding aching heart, and I just smile as though he is completely off the mark—Locking it all away in the cavern of my empty soul.

‘Who said I am not at ease? I’m the queen of social, aren’t I? Hostess with the mostest?’ I smile, full of fake bravado and oozing confidence just like I always have, whether it’s true or not, and Alexi just slides a hand over mine snugly. Cupping my small hand under his larger one in a perfect fit, his skin insanely hot on my cooler body temperature that just ignites butterflies inside every part of me. A small act that makes me freeze, unable to react visually because I don’t want him to see it, and I don’t want to draw attention to us by saying anything either.

to be other people for once … no acts, no masks, just relax and forget who we are for one night, Cam. That’s the whole point of this.’ He utters is so gently, tone oozing warmth, and I fumble as he lets my hand go. A loaded look that I cannot decipher and there’s a pitch to his voice I don’t understand. There’s a few seconds of tension between us and I can feel his

second guessing his meanings a long time ago and just nod mutely. Alexi runs his eyes over my face slowly, no flicker of emotion, not that I can see from the corner of my eye, before he settles back for take-off and I relax a little;

Mico draws his attention by yelling something back to him, and I turn to the window to blur him

the No touching rule yet again. I am trying not to read anything into what he said but my head is already swimming and it’s making my lightheaded. I look for a distraction for both my brain and my rollercoaster stomach

did pull a stunner, didn’t he?’ I change the subject and nod down to where they are sitting. Aiming for a neutral topic, although

to know if

front of the plane away from back here and yet Alexi chose to come sit with me out of the way regardless. There’s space beside his twin, he could easily have sat with them. Next to the gorgeous touchy-feely he had draped over him

Bitter, Camilla? Really?

chose to disappear into the background when

shrugs, lacking real interest as he says it and I blink at

the fact I am telling him of all people. I am a bit weirded out that a hot-blooded male like him isn’t salivating over her, to be honest. I don’t think I believe him. She’s the ultimate wet dream for most

without looking my way and I snap my head to look at him in disbelief. Shocked with that revelation, and yet he still seems so laid back and

out through a tiny disbelieving laugh,

to say, ‘what are you talking about?’ and I pipe down, completely, knocked with his reaction. A double take and second guess that he thinks I

does that mean

of my stomach answers

judge how I come across to people. I don’t notice my mannerisms or my persona when I am buried inside my own head and just doing

easy as breathing now, but they were self-taught and not naturally acquired. Alexi is

thinks I’m classy,

gestures from him are just tools to mess with your head. I shouldn’t ever forget that, no matter how he

down my walls and I won’t

on and trying to guide me in the right direction.

gathering in the centre to drink together, just like he told me we would, and the hours pass in a blink. It’s easy to slowly relax and put everything out of my head when plied with champagne and listening to insane chatter around me. They are a very animated

perched on his left on the armrest as I sip my third champagne flute. A definite warm head and surreal feel as booze takes hold. I am trying not to get plastered though, aware that my emotions are a bit cagey and I should steer clear of intoxication. I know how that goes when I

who matter. The further we get from New York; the more Alexi seems to lose that cold hard side to him and just warms up a lot. Getting more youthful with every

smiles, he makes jokes, and like it or not, he seems to have really good relationships with the men and women in his family. Passing jibes and jests between all here and behaving very gentlemanly towards them when dishing

been quiet for most of the trip so far, taking it all in silently, drinking the

booze without getting obviously plastered and who all poke

feeling

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