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.

within a few hundred feet of one other is

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 into his car; Towering over me closely as I push past and try to ignore the butterflies

getting used to them now and just ignore the infernal sensations as

the back, chauffeured by Mico or one of his drivers, so

and craving his attention. It’s weird that now I no longer want it he seems 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

that what he said he liked? Women who are not

happen, and

you.' I eye up the sleek and dark interior of his car, all gadgets and high tech

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 and adjusts his seating position to

me guess … is it Italian made?' I eyeroll for effect, knowing full well

winks smugly, and it has the opposite effect of being charmed. I pull a cringing face

finger in my throat to simulate an up-chuck response, and he just laughs, shaking his head as he presses his palm to the back of my headrest, so he can push himself around to check behind

tried and tested means of pulling the ladies; He got a wife out of 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 to relax a little, feeling confident that he’s

don’t doubt he has his moments where this car is pulverised for

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

out into 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

so relax … And it’s something we both need to do so it’s easier to get food on the way back than having something here

haughtily and Alexi throws me a frustrated glance before focusing back on

of those with me,

relax back as he rather confidently manoeuvres his roaring beast of a car along the road into mainstream

car, it suits

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

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

I point out, clamping down on whatever this is and ignore the way his eyes stay on my face, intensely,

I am not letting him pull me back into whatever this is. He’s obviously bored and has his eye on a rematch with me. I should

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 is something in the tone which doesn’t sit with me. A probing niceness that is definitely not