The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

‘Just a little bit of touching … You’re too irresistible to not want to touch.’ It’s a wink, a return of playful and yet my heart plummets.

Don’t go there, Alexi, please. I don’t want to fight again.

I mentally will him to not go down this route and just push his hand away as he smiles my way.

‘Did you have some sort of personality transplant when I was gone?’ I chide him, half serious and deflating inside, knowing that this was a dumb invitation to accept. There’s too much between us that comes out whenever we are left alone, and I don’t think we should try to build any sort of camaraderie outside of the club if this is anything to go by. History means there is so much tension and resentment lying in the silence that neither of us wants to air. I’m not that great a communicator, and he seems like he wants avoidance of the before too.

‘Maybe I just had a wake-up call … in more ways than one.’

‘Because your club went down the shitter and you realised you might actually need me?’ It comes out impulsively. Damn that quick bitch in me, and I throw him a knowing look aiming for sarcasm, still trying to jest in my witty banter even if there is a heavier tone to it. This time he looks me dead in the eye and it hits me a little more precisely.

‘Or I just realised I needed you without giving a shit about the club at all.’ Alexi throws me a serious look, something in his expression that makes me instantly terrified, heart pouncing up in my rib cage and I hit the instant sweats. I look away, breath eluding me as cold fear takes a grip on me all over.

‘Don’t go down this route, please Alexi. I can’t … just … stop the car. I’m getting out.’ Panic overtakes me, irrational internal hysteria that I know where this is heading. Straight to Alexi’s form of hell and heartbreak and I pull off my belt impulsively; Fully intending on jumping out of his moving car if he doesn’t stop, rather than be pulled into another emotional game where he fucks my head up and pushes me beyond my limits of coping.

I thought I was stronger than this when it came to him, but my heart is thudding and my head is spinning as my eyes well up with tears. I’m not as immune as I thought, and hints of him trying to pull me back down that road of caring about him send me into an all-out panic attack as the car closes in on me.

‘Cam, don’t be stupid. Put your belt back on,’ Alexi barks at me, reaching to grab me harshly as it slides off; Blinded by the claustrophobic need to just get away from him.

‘Stop the car,’ I repeat emotionally, tears overflowing pathetically now, and I go to grab the handle when he makes no effort to pull over. I yank it, so the door opens a click and then gasp with physical contact as I’m hauled sideways. Alexi grabs hold of me by the upper arm, pulls me towards him so there’s no way in hell I can jump out, and swerves his car to the side of the road recklessly, almost clipping the rear of a car in front and turns on me furiously.

‘What the fuck are you doing? Do you know how serious that could have gotten if you tried to get out of a moving vehicle, Cam?!?!’ he yells at me angrily, fierce-faced and gripping me as though his life depends on it, hurting me slightly with his force.

in his face, shocked impulse,

with you!’ Alexi bites back but I finally wrench free, losing his hot fingers around my slender arm, and shove him off nastily. I turn to throw my door open and dodge

back to the club,

I jump when Alexi comes up behind me at speed, catches me fast and spins me around to face him

steady me and keep me

me again … I won’t let you get back in my head with your mind games and veiled motives, to hurt me all over again. You promised!’ I wail at him, words tumbling out in a torrent of rushed panic and upset, tears blinding me and running down my face as my words break

towards him gently and he has me running scared. Like a rabbit being chased by a wolf. I’m terrified and overwrought and trying so

hurt you. I swear. I have no motives this time and I’m not doing anything to try to fuck with you. You have to believe me, Cam.’ Alexi sounds strained, voice low and

get.’ I keep slapping away the hands he tries to lay on me, hysteria building crazily from deep down inside, and he seems to give up entirely. Lifting his hands defensively as though trying to show he will stop

fighting with you.’ He looks pensive, that face not giving much away but his voice is unusually hoarse, even if it’s soft-toned and low, and

us are looking our way and take some heavy inhales to self-soothe; I wipe my face and bring myself back to sane as shame overwhelms me. Gutted that I just showed him how afraid of him I can be when it’s a case of

away,’ I remind him, shuddering with an emotional inhale, and Alexi lowers his hands slowly. Deliberate, precise movements that have the strange effect of helping me settle too. He’s being careful not to antagonise me and

attention to us and

add strongly, making it clear that my boundaries are set, and playing with me mentally will

He quietens too, sombre toned and

you to go.’ It’s almost inaudible, he

my head, or try to make this more than it is; Business—it’s all we are and it’s the only way this works.’ I lift

his eyes for a moment, only a second, but I see it and as he exhales slowly, he brings those pale greys up to mine. Although they look foggier storm over the sea right now, and he penetrates me

stay. Then that’s what you get from me. I swear.’ He

Alexi, a look of defeat overtaking his face that is alien on him, moves back, gesturing to his abandoned car on the pavement which is drawing a lot of angry looks from pedestrians. Both doors are sitting slightly open and I take another steadying heavy breath to calm my nerves, reeling it all back in with a