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.

I yell straight back in his face, shocked

his hot fingers around my slender arm, and shove him off nastily. I turn to throw my door open and dodge another attempt to

walk back to the

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

He pulls me by the arms towards him to steady me and keep me close and I

won’t let you do this to 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 with sobs I cannot contain. Unconcealed misery in the way I’m

took was a hint of pulling my heart towards him gently and he has me running scared. Like a rabbit being chased by a wolf. I’m terrified and overwrought and

I’m not doing anything to try to fuck with you. You have to

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

… I’m done. I’ll drop it. I didn’t want to upset you and make this worse. I’m not touching … look … I swear. I don’t want to hurt you and I definitely don’t want to keep 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 his eyes are boring into mine in an almost pleading way. Nodding at me

a little, aware that people around 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

shuddering with an emotional inhale, and Alexi lowers his hands slowly. Deliberate, precise movements that

… loud and clear.’ Alexi sounds softer, indulgent maybe. He probably just wants me to stop drawing attention to us and get

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

and

It’s almost inaudible,

the only way this works.’ I lift my chin with one final swift sniff and stubborn is

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

from me. I swear.’ He seems resigned to give up which is completely unusual for

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