The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

It all happens so fast, it’s like a blur.

Getting deposited in a car by Jackson while all around me becomes surreal and dreamlike. I feel weirdly numb overall but there’s a simmering energy inside of me that has me on edge, overly aware and completely strung out. Snappy with the man ushering me in here and I wrench myself out of his grip and throw myself into a window seat childishly, carrying my shoes.

The bus is a small transport that seats twelve people. Long and low with pairs of comfortable leather seats on each side of the aisle and tinted windows. Like the limousine of buses. The driver looks hired, so I know to be hush-hush about what went down and I sulk like a child, crossing my arms over my chest and stare out into the dark street, tapping my bare feet against the leg as my heels nestle in my lap where I just dropped them.

Alexi shows up minutes after me looking devoid of any sort of regret, and like an automatic trigger for my wrath, my temper bubbles over instantly. Just the sight of him is enough.

I throw my shoes at him, aiming for the shit head’s face as he enters and hope I at least take out an eye. It would be nothing compared to what he did to that man back there and he bloody deserves it.

He just slaps them away with a filthy glare aimed at me and carries on as though I am a mere annoyance in his day. The devil lurking in those sinister cold eyes and that stiff deadpan persona on full show. I hate him with a passion so strong I can almost taste it.

Jackson is still sitting with me and pulls me to sit back in my seat when I lift up to take a flying attack at the man once more. Pinning me down expertly yet gently, and I obediently do so realising this is going to get me either knocked out, or left in Miami.

Even I know my impulsive anger is out of control and I watch him with loathing, holding myself in my seat with all my might as he crosses to a seat facing me and slides down. Alexi just scowls my way once he is settled, eyes locked in silent battle for a glimmer of a second before he puts his head back on the headrest and stares at the ceiling instead. Breaking our connection and fazing me out. I swear he starts to count; counting down the seconds until he erupts and orchestrates my demise, no doubt.

Watch him try. I will use anything to hand to stab that fucker in the eye.

Violent prick.

I can’t calm down and when we whizz to the hotel it only takes minutes before we are in the lobby. Mico shows up from God knows where to get in the lift with us as we make our way through the quiet entryway—Relieving Jackson of babysitting duties. He was acting as a blockade between two people who are doing their best to pretend the other is invisible; the air thick with static and tension between us.

He seems relieved to be let loose and throws me a warm smile as he moves to let Mico get between us instead. Mico is in boss mode and has Alexi’s normal air of command. Alexi, however, is staring at the floor, distant and disconnected, and hasn’t said one word in the whole time since he got in the bus. Not even an apology, or one utterance or acknowledgement of how wrong it was.

since he sat down either. That vibe of closed up, emotionally dead psycho is around him like a thick fog and it just fuels my inner temper. I’m so

just gone back to the hotel together … say nothing in front of the girls.’ He commands Jackson’s way; he nods like an obedient puppy dog and takes off quickly. Mico ushers me, more so than Alexi, into the lift. Alexi just follows behind us, and yet I am overly aware of his constant heavy presence like a big

of that man and all that blood—Stomach swirling with nausea and anxious despair. That infernal noise he made while trying to breathe

me a little harshly to the corner once inside, obviously expecting some kind of lash out when we are in confined quarters again. He seems annoyed, even if it’s hidden under

I clamp my mouth shut before he turns to Alexi with

body as stiff as his cousin’s—bringing my own simmering emotions to a weird sort of lull as more memories from the club start filtering through. I have been pushing them down the whole way over here, but now in the quiet of the hotel, and reality hitting hard, I cannot shake that man’s face as he gets more invasive in my brain. It was horrible, non-recognisable as even a human head, let alone a face and Alexi has probably killed him. I think it’s more than likely I just witnessed

is he …?’ I blurt it out tearfully, anger giving way to some sort of delayed shock and inevitable crying as soft tears well

about it.’ There’s more Alexi in his tone than the Mico I know, and it serves to remind me that they all have roles and masks in this world and I shouldn’t forget that. Mico may be my friend, but he is and always will be a paid killer in the empire Alexi runs. I don’t

eerie evil chuckle which draws my eyes to him by Mico’s side, bringing a strange cloak to the

like it.’ Alexi’s sarcasm sets me off again, in a way only he can. So little but yet, I react in the extreme. That insta-flip of some inner crazy woman who has very little control and I fly to face him, pushing my body towards him in a show of hostility. Mico’s arm blocks me from advancing

me stand up. He was a gentleman! Something you know nothing about! You killed a man for fucking helping me get up on my feet!’ I spit venomously at him, straining to face him down

opinion of him, for just being a nobody, who did nothing.’ He spits back childishly. The fierce in

fucking control me? Gee, I wonder why that is?’ I ooze sarcasm, laughing at him as though he is

your place. You are so fucking self-absorbed and blind to the obvious. You’re not worth the effort.’ Alexi is yelling back and Mico is struggling to keep

around us. My body feels like it’s on fire, heart pounding out of my rib cage, and everything in me straining to

toys. You’re spitting out your dummy because this toy won’t let you play and you think others are getting at

… Fuck you, Cam. I am so over this.’ Alexi throws his hands up in frustration and slams a palm against the

about, you narcissistic prick?’ I am so sick of these vague statements he makes and

when it comes to me, right?’ His tone matches the sarcasm in mine and his insult riles me back to fever pitch, yanking my arms out as

a narc. You have been a grade ‘A’ bastard since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You don’t know how to be anything

just need to vent all this aggression somewhere. If he wasn’t here I am pretty sure this would have already come to blows