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.

YOU doing? All this bullshit you are throwing at me!’ I yell straight back in his face, shocked

be honest 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 another attempt to lasso

won’t stay here and do this, I’ll walk back to

direction we came, body on fire and mind racing. I jump when Alexi comes up behind me at speed, catches me fast and spins me around to face him with a tug that almost sends

stop! You’re being stupid.’ He pulls me by the arms towards him to steady

business … you said you would leave me alone … you said it would be different this time! I wouldn’t have come back if you hadn’t agreed. 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

and all it took was a hint of pulling my heart towards him gently and he has me running scared. Like a rabbit being chased by a

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 almost emotional, but I’m too caught up in my own agony. I can’t take him

what you do; it’s what you always do. It’s what you can’t help yourself from doing to me at every opportunity you 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 grabbing me if I just calm down. Eyes locked on my face in

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

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

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 something in his manner is

sounds softer, indulgent maybe. He probably just wants me to stop drawing attention to us and get back in his car, but I’m

go,’ I add strongly, making it clear that my boundaries are

quietens too, sombre toned and his eyes flicker down

you to go.’ It’s almost inaudible, he says it so

way this works.’ I lift my chin with one final swift sniff and stubborn is plastered back on my face—emotionally pulling my shit back

pale greys up to mine. Although they look foggier

that’s what you get from me.

his abandoned car on the pavement which is drawing a lot of angry looks from pedestrians. Both doors are sitting slightly