The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Tears fill my eyes, blurring my vision as my hand starts to tremble around the can I am still holding; instantly blown away by something so basic. I mentally shake it off as I check myself, pulling my shit together; breathe out the overwhelming wave of emotions and lean down slowly to tip out the contents into his bowl. I lay the can on the ground, still bent over and tentatively reach for the cats back, pausing with nerves cascading out of every pore—Tense and hopeful.

He makes another sweep against me, even though his food is there, and gently I run my fingers along his spine feeling his soft fur and surprisingly warm body heat which completely soothes my soul. The cat butts his head up to meet my palm and for a second of sheer joy lets my rub his head properly.

It’s short-lived—as soon as he sees the food is out he darts off, tail in the air and the moment is gone, but it was a moment of utter completion for me and my chest and stomach are brimming with weird vibrations.

Weeks of trying to tame this infernal beast and he rewards me with a second of utter bliss. I got to touch him. He trusts me. He likes me. He might even really love me in some weird cat way. I’m worth something to someone on a genuine level.

I could sob right now and turn to Alexi as I straighten up with a warm tear rolling down my cheek; A happy goofy smile on my face.

‘Did you see that?’ I ask him meekly, overcome with breathlessness and Alexi just frowns at me.

‘You know that thing waits for me every day and aims those little fucking claws of his at my legs on a daily. I’m not the best person to praise you on his obvious devotion, seeing as I would love to run over the little shit’s head in a heartbeat.’ He points out dryly, still leaning over his open car door as he watches me and I just eyeroll and wipe my face. Killing the moment for me and I shake my head that I would expect him to understand.

‘You really know how to ruin a good thing, don’t you?’ I sigh and the weird flicker of expression that crosses his face accompanied by …

‘Yeah … tell me about it,’ in a sombre tone, seems out of place and weirdly unconnected to our conversation. He looks away across the car park as though distracted and sighs heavily too. The atmosphere takes a distinct turn as I return to gazing adorably at my ugly little pet; Pride filling me up in every tiny space inside of me.

‘Are you coming or not?’ Alexi bursts into my thoughts and I look down one last time at Feral eating away contentedly, oblivious to me now, and scoop to lift the can to deposit in the bin by Alexi’s car.

‘Are you going to play nice and be a gentleman if I do?’ I ask brazenly, the last ounces of my moment fading away quickly and lift my eyes to his in combat, not in the mood for any Alexi prickness today. I’m high on life and just had one of the best moments ever. I won’t let him burst that little joyful bubble.

‘Yes, ma’am. On my best behaviour. Scouts honour.’ He nods cheekily, a mock salute I assume from the boy scouts and I sigh heavily. I doubt he actually means it, and yet, I am in the mood for getting out and seeing something new. The club is my happy place but it doesn’t mean I don’t get bored seeing the same four walls every day.

‘I have to be back here before six … I have stuff to do.’ I point out, not sure why I am even contemplating this little trip but I guess curiosity is getting the better of me. Another club he owns sounds like something worthy of checking out. I have always been intrigued by what else he does with his life outside of this place.

‘I swear we shall be back before then. It’s a quick visit, not an all-day thing.’ He’s still focused on me as I walk towards him and then gesture to the club behind me with my hand.

‘I better tell Jackson in case he thinks he’s lost me and has a meltdown. He’s very protective, you know.’ I nod in the general direction but Alexi shakes his head.

motions to his earpiece, presses his finger to it. Of course, I remember the little security gadgets again. They seem to wear them all the time and Alexi is no exception. I know they have a distance limit but anyone within a few hundred feet of one other is still in range, so I assume he uses them wherever he goes to stay linked to his men all over the city. He has to have men dotted every few hundred feet for sure, so probably always has some sort of contact

is taking me with him, and then leaves his door open to walk around and get the other side ready for me to get in. He leans in, throwing his jacket into the back seat, brushes off the passenger side then steps out of my way as he lets me move in and slide

getting used to them now and just ignore the infernal

is driving. We only ever went in the back, chauffeured by Mico or one of his drivers, so this feels strangely intimate as he closes my door for me and moves fast to get in the other

to offer it freely and it’s ironic. The less I chase him the more he seems to want me in his life—it’s not lost

he liked? Women who are not

another head mess waiting to happen, and I

sporty little number anyway? It's very you.' I eye up the sleek and dark interior of his car, all gadgets and high tech and screams of expensive man

Sport! Custom painted to my specs.' He beams proudly, grinning my way like the cat who got the cream, shades pushed up again and obviously enamoured with his car as he buckles up

effect, knowing full well

smugly, and it has the opposite effect of being charmed.

in my throat to simulate an up-chuck response,

it.’ He throws me a knowing look, smiling at my head shake and then smoothly pulls his car out of the space, gentle on the gas. I slide down

car is pulverised for

… I know a little place that you might like.’ He smiles my way, head on another topic, as is his way. For a moment it’s like being in the company of Gino and I look away perplexed. Too smiley, too laid back and accommodating. Not Alexi at all. He’s in a good mood for sure, but whenever

traffic without killing Feral. I watch for a second, poised and nervous as we leave through the gate and watch my little furball lift his head from his bowl and watch us go without a hint of reaction. Straining up to peer over the bonnet and then through Alexi’s window as we pass. The cat has really begun to grow in confidence and Alexi

way back than having

not a date?’ I ask haughtily and Alexi throws

those with me, right?’ He sounds mildly sarcastic

confidently manoeuvres his roaring beast

his car, it suits him.

under the bonnet. It’s sexy in a flashy sporty way and completely panty combusting when that roar vibrates from even the smallest amount of acceleration. I have never really been a girl who gets wet over machines like this, but with him behind the

it be so bad to give me another chance? Wipe the slate clean?’ Alexi throws me a cautious look;

eyes stay on my face, intensely, for a moment. It’s making me uneasy and already I regret coming; Anxiety starting to build deep down and that

He’s obviously bored and has his eye on a rematch with me. I should have known an invite

Over my dead body.

under all that fiery rage, you must have forgiven me a little bit.’ Alexi doesn’t sound smug or even amused, but there