The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Heart plummeting and head consumed with worry and frustration. I know it could just be that they don’t want to be disturbed and both have their phones on mute, I have never tried to call him at a dinner before, so I don’t know if that’s normal protocol.

I trawl my phone to see if I have Daniels’ number, or any of the other men on his watch, then try Mico again when I find none. It just goes to answerphone right away this time and I shudder. Completely overwhelmed with this and hating how overwrought it has me feeling. I’m just cut loose and lost and don’t know how to act. My brain is spewing over a thousand scenarios and visions that turn my stomach inside out. I need to stop thinking the worst but I can’t help it.

Something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones and soul, and Alexi never usually ignores his phone at any other time of day. It seems like Mico has turned his off suddenly and I start to tremble crazily.

The panic which started upstairs hits doubly hard, almost winding me, and I rush out into the corridor to shake myself and take a breath. I head back to look for Jackson to have him call any of the other men he knows are on Alexi’s security detail, but I am stopped with him meeting me half way. He looks ashen and so very serious.

‘No one is answering their cell … complete communication blackout,’ he states, almost as though he read my mind and tried to call people when I was. I wonder if we cross called Mico and that’s why I got his answerphone.

I instinctively try again and this time Mico’s rings out in the same way Alexi’s did.

Shit!

‘Not a single one of them is answering, Jackson. What does that mean?’ I ask him grabbing onto his jacket pathetically, which only emphasizes my growing despair.

‘It means something is going down and Alexi has put everyone on no comms mode … it’s normal for him. Keeps the channel clear and stops prying ears from any Intel.’ He looks a little stressed, but not in full-blown freak out like me, and I grip him harder.

‘Meaning?’ I can’t handle it. I’m visibly shaking and clawing at him for answers to still my beating heart but I cannot get control of it.

I feel sick. Something inside me knew … it just knew.

‘It means something is happening and we wait. We use the radios like Chinese whispers across the city. If there is news it will be passed on until it gets to us. These mics are secure and we all have our own channels.’ Almost as soon as it’s out of his mouth he pauses and covers his ear with his finger and thumb. Looking up and past me towards security down the hall and my eyes follow too. I see them all pause and listen, and I guess something on their wireless has come through, passed on just like he said it would. Everything just stops dead as I hold still and wait for whatever it is.

‘Shit!’ Jackson pales and presses his ear.

‘It’s Jackson, I need the venue location … We’re on our way from Zone 3 Club. We’ll take over the pick up.’ He says to some unknown voice in his ear and I tug at him crazily. Emotion taking over as my heart starts racing again. Mind turning faint with the overwhelming assault of everything I am feeling. I feel like my surroundings are starting to spin wildly.

starts clicking fingers and pushing men, who all seem to crowd this way. Two of them from the group pull me aside and it seems they are organising something

his men frantically. He clears his throat, seems to pull himself together and holds onto me

unusually white and I can tell he’s not as calm as he’s making out. I pale as everything in

out like a strangled gasp and Jackson’s eyes drop from

names—only that we need to pick up five survivors from

gives out and my mind blanks with the heavy pain

I pass out.

with me and I clamber to get up in panic. My shoes are on the floor next to

me here, probably Jackson, considering the care I have been shown. I have been shoved out of the way and left to sleep for God knows how long; an unimportant hysterical woman who just got in the way

Alexi might be dead.

to my heart. Pulling myself off the couch I have to run to get to the kitchen sink before I vomit all over it. I throw my face in the steel sink and brace on my palms, either side of me as sheer devastation

and desperate choking. I continue to wretch over and over, but again there’s nothing there because I haven’t eaten in hours to even bring anything up. I was so overly anxious all night I couldn’t think about

my ribs, sliding down the unit into a heap on the floor, fatigue gripping me suddenly. My body’s giving up on me and I roll

it were trembling in movement. The chaos of a kingdom trying to find it’s king and tearing apart, crumbling to

with the effort as I try and drag air into them, shaking like a leaf as tears pour down my cheeks, blinding my

worst … five of the eight he said—that means three are dead

wouldn’t answer

Maybe because they can’t.

men who mean the most to me.

I can’t survive this.

I don’t know how.

at my hair as I try to stop the gnawing pains stabbing through every single cell of my entire body. It’s more

vision blacking out as my heart pounds; it feels like I’m having a heart attack inside my ribs and my limbs stiffen in chaos. I gulp and gasp and claw at my throat

knew … deep down … I knew something was

listen to me? Why