The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I head back for the lift and go downstairs.

I do a walk through with Jackson following me, around all the rooms and seating areas, pointing out tiny things that should be rectified before Showtime. Such as the squint light on the ceiling of the largest lounge pit in the main VIP lounge. And the lopsided fabric of one of the swags up over the stage. He goes off to find a ladder and I drill the staff who have come in early to do last minute prep on tonight’s running. I am in boss mode and trying to focus all my nerves on the little details. An area I have always excelled at.

‘Keep the champagne circulating; always have full trays walking around, and keep the food going too. Treat this like a charity event where you would constantly have canapés and booze being distributed among the guests. If they are sitting, then watch for them gesturing you over. I want every single man who comes in here to feel like he has our full and utmost attention on them and feel special, all night. No matter who they are.’ I sound stern as I watch the little gathered arc of eyes on me for direction—my mix of servers and bar staff.

‘Yes, Miss Walters.’ I get an echo from all of them, all eyes on me as I pace back and forth agitatedly. I am aware that I am getting more frantic as golden hour looms upon us and I don’t know how to settle my nerves. I don’t remember it being this bad first time we had our opening night here, but maybe that’s because Alexi helped take control and all the weight was not on my shoulders alone. His presence has been a huge void all day.

‘You all now have these.’ I point to the little mic chip on the collar of the nearest girl. An exact replica to the ones Alexi and all his security use. I don’t have one because I don’t want the distraction of them talking to one another all night when I need a clear head to keep my eyes on the entire scene.

‘Any problems at all, you press it and talk. Security is all wired in to one another and as long as you state where you are and say RED, they will come. Don’t use it for anything other than that.’

‘So, we say … Main lounge, red?’ The young blonde dimwit who is forever questioning me speaks up and I turn and stare her down. Not impressed with her butting in.

‘Yes Veronica, like that,’ I snap.

‘It’s Victoria …’ She butts in shyly and I just eyeroll at her in annoyance.

‘That’s nice, Veronica. Now shut up, I’m talking,’ I retort cattily, more prone to my bitch side lately while my emotions have been a little overwrought. I am still very much a believer of leaving my staff a little afraid of me, so they never get too cosy.

‘Don’t abuse it. Only if you feel like there’s an issue or risk. Not for anything else. Right, Veronica? Our security is working too and watching everything, so don’t annoy them.’

Dimwit nods her head like an overenthusiastic puppy and I just sigh at her, wondering what possessed me to not give IQ tests when hiring for this place. Sometimes I swear I got the barrel scrapings of the pick. The rest of my staff all nod quietly.

I have to brief the escorts when they arrive of the new measures put in place for their safety and apart from that, get ready for tonight. I am planning on a good long soak in the tub and I have a leisurely two hours left to make up and put on my new dress.

I have gone for black sequins all over in a very elegant little cocktail number. It’s got a scoop cowl neck and lace-up corset back that helps hold my girls up with cleavage popping effect. Shoulders and a little boobage on show subtly, yet long moulded sleeves and comes to around my knees—Sexy yet not overly so.

‘Ok, chop chop. Make sure everything sparkles like a diamond and nothing is out of place. We have two hours till Showtime and you lot have to carry on organising all the food onto trays and get everything perishable into the refrigerators in the kitchen. Work out between you who is overseeing the food side and who is overseeing the Champagne. I want the bars tended up and down all night as we have guests in both lounges.’ I clap my hands at them, more so to focus my own brain back on task and get another round of nods.

minions, and I am satisfied to leave it to them, waving them off with a hand gesture. I click my fingers at Jones, the head of floor security here, and he walks over towards me with

He’s another Carrero of some kind, or he’s just very Italian with good looks. I sort of can’t tell with some of the

briefed on your new protocols if they encounter trouble. We

same deadpan tone,

a lot to prove to myself and to that Arsehole

BDSM room … Maybe.’ I smile wickedly, a hint of humour seeping out and his face breaks from expressionless to a little smirk. I know he has never warmed to her either. His manner with her is always

men in black and I head out to go back upstairs for the second time. I just cannot seem to settle in one place for more than a few minutes and it is starting to drive me mental. I need something to do with myself to stop my antsy pacing and

towards the hall that leads to the back door, getting level with the lift cut-off and nod to the two securities whose detail it is to

to the side with a deafening thud from sheer force, and Alexi and Mico come dashing in, looking like their arses are on fire and

week and just stand to gawp at whatever they are doing. Comical entrance from two flailing

with a yell, kicking the door shut dramatically and forcefully in anger and Mico bursts out laughing

a smile and I just look bewildered. Confused with what the hell is going on and why they both seem to be breathless from walking the ten feet from

you talking about?’ I

me, irate, openly annoyed and bends down to rub his leg under the knee and then his thigh. It’s the first time

help the giggling that bursts forth through my words, and he glares at me, straightening up and snarls my way. All thoughts that

be run over,’ he narcs and I just narc

so should he. Leave him alone.’ I answer drily, hands on hips. The air sizzles once more with our familiar

go to turn on my heel, disinterested in taking this further and smug that he got what he deserved, but Alexi’s sudden movement

in the fucking head.’ He sounds completely serious and even though Mico doesn’t attempt to reach for his gun, I freak out impulsively. Jumping at Alexi and grabbing his arm to pull him away with a sudden swelling of complete crazy protective instincts kicking

dare!!! Don’t you fucking dare!! You leave him alone, you hear me!’ Tears blur my vision instantly. Panic grips me as my insides feel zapped by a voltage of pain at the thought of him hurting Feral, and my voice wobbles as I try to restrain him, getting an Alexi set of hands on my shoulders as he pushes me

me away from him because I am still stupidly battling his hands to make sure he gets nowhere near Mico’s gun and I’m left teetering on my shoes and grab

Hardly a gentleman!

say animals are good judges of character … maybe he can sense what a prick you are?’ I

pushes past me and heads for the lift, dismissing

opening, I guess he’s getting ready here. In his room, in the apartment I was just heading