The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I like this place; it gives you that instant calm feeling of being somewhere safe and welcoming. A bit like being in his arms. I shake that thought from my head before my brain follows the being in his arms to something a little more X-rated and remind myself, I’m supposed to be dissecting this man and figuring him out.

“That depends on how much I’m allowed to know,” I ask with a slight brow raise and a half smile. My seductress side smoothly flowing now I feel more at ease. I too am drawing serene from our calm abode.

“Whatever you want. I meant it when I said I would earn your trust. If that means being an open book and telling you whatever you want to know, then here we are.” He gestures around him, watching me carefully.

“You could have done that at the club, why bring me here?”

Because Alexi is a devious shit who likes to set a scene and manipulate a response. I have seen him do it for his own ends a hundred times. It’s what he does, and he does it so well.

“This is my little corner away from reality. A sanctuary, I guess. I get to leave Alexi Carrero at the door and just be Lex. A teen kid who came to the city to figure his life out. I figured it would be the best place to start altering the person I have shown you up until now. I brought you to the one place where barely anyone else gets to come, for that reason; no prying ears either.”

No one else except whoever got this place visitor worthy today. I’m onto him.

“So even though you grew up and bought a swanky apartment, you still have this place … as a bolthole of sorts?”

I’ll play along, see where it takes us. I start to wonder if this is all staged, and this belongs to one of his minions and not him at all, but his obvious ease is contradicting that. I get the impression he knows this place intimately, has lived here, and even though it doesn’t initially reek of Alexi Carrero, there is something of him in the atmosphere. I can’t quite put my finger on it yet.

“Yeah. I bought it after I started working for my father and just couldn’t let it go. I have a lot of memories here, a lot of me that was left behind when I changed the path I took.”

It’s also in the same area he once took me to lunch, so the geography adds up. He told me that day he once lived near there. I didn’t forget that tiny titbit.

I exhale heavily, knowing the only way I will get the full story is to go back to the start. Like me, his story is not clear cut or as simple as I thought it was, and I guess to know the man, you need to know the journey. I want to know how he came to be King Carrero if his father opposed it. I want to know how someone who could lovingly create this home, became someone who could tie me up and rip my sanity to shreds. The two don’t match up.

“I don’t know what to ask about how you got here. I’m guessing your mother played a part and I know you shot someone at 13. I want to know your history. How you got to be what you are now if you started here and your father turned you away from being like him?”

Seems like a reasonable request, given he offered.

Alexi considers me for a long minute before getting up and walking over to his bookcase. There’s a stereo and a row of CDs and he turns it on putting one in before turning back to me, lifting the remote and turning it down low. Maroon five starts soothing me with familiar notes, playing around us unobtrusively and I smile on the inside. I’ve heard him play their songs at the club when he’s in the office. This is definitely Alexi’s pad. His music tastes are very rigid, and this is a song he plays a lot.

He bends down as I watch him from my sitting position as he slides out a black leather photo album from the shelf below before walking back; he hands it to me and returns to his seat confidently. That smooth swagger that reminds me of who he is.

I watch him closely, unsure what to do until he nods at it and gives me permission to open.

“My family album, one of them, courtesy of Gino. Figured you might want a visual of the people in my past.”

I let out a little ‘huh’ under my breath, smiling as I screw up my face. Surprised that he even owns these kinds of things and look down to do as I’m told. I want to see what ‘family’ for him is. I want to see the bitch that Gino blames for his cold heart and chosen life path.

similar looking men and children, family pictures, holiday shots. The usual for any family in an album. A lot of strangers and some familiar. I recognise Gino and Alexi in some, as small children. I spot who

scowl he has when he is unhappy. It’s in a lot of these pictures, which is sad considering those around him are beaming with smiles and obvious glee. Even with that little frowny face, he was an incredibly cute kid. A little dark and sinister even then, but adorable and even harder to separate from Gino without tattoos and badass tailoring. They are creepily identical. There is a lot of

in many years from what I can see. Still a lot like the tall, powerful man I met at the club. So much like his son in looks but with more wrinkles, grey hair and different colour of eyes. He has that air of command but not that sadistic aura like

page to a whole family shot and instantly recognise the twins, their father, three other children and a woman who is certainly not a Carrero. They did not take after her if she is who I think she is. She looks drawn and bitchy, to say the least. Attractive, long dark blonde hair, which is probably dyed, and brown eyes, but with her, there’s an impression of coldness to her I

wants to admit. It’s not in the looks, it’s in the manner. The way she’s poised, and even though one hand is on her child’s shoulder, a girl, there is an impersonal detachment in it. She is groomed and precise and seems like an addition to the picture, not really one of the family.

I tap her face and motion him

He

a little sterile. Even

wanted to be anywhere but there.” He sighs heavily and drinks a good portion of his wine, averting his eyes to his stereo and I flick back down to the cold woman’s face. Not convinced that it’s the only reason she looks like an anally retentive arsehole. Alexi seems deflated with me picking out her to start this, but I want

The black sheep, making everything difficult.” He adds as he stares at his fire and bookcase, avoiding my eye, and that little tug of heartache appears low inside of

this, but I’ve always wanted to know the full story of Alexi and his mother. If she was like

but he doesn’t ask. I think he knows that I’ve listened in when I shouldn’t and carries on as though it no longer matters. Maybe back then he would have been pissed, but not

tell he doesn’t like talking about this stuff and the agitation is all

this you know,” I call after him, feeling like I’m crossing into an area that makes him uncomfortable and I really don’t want to. Not wanting the side of him I fear coming out to play on purpose, even if I planned on bringing it out. I want to know, but I don’t want to ruin the mood that started, and I’m stuck here with him for the time being. I’d rather not poke the bear and make this a miserable first proper date. It has the potential to be

means to call Jackson to come save me before

people properly, and I feel like I have all the inside scoop on you already and should balance the scales a little.” He

my journals heats my face, my stomach dropping at the fact he knows all about me and I glance away. Instant gut wrench and I push the painful feelings away quickly. Back to the photo on my lap and scowl at the bitch staring back at me. I don’t like her, even

into my chest and swirl my wine in one hand. Remembering he knows

this. Changing how you see me; being able to trust me.” He smiles my way when I look up and catch his eye before he returns to his previous position, sitting near me with his feet

making out. He doesn’t share personal things so this must be taking a huge amount of effort on

my brain in two directions

where to start,” I utter shyly. No clue how this began and not knowing the questions to ask. My version

have to ask questions?” He smiles softly, it doesn’t reach his eyes though, and I can sense the nervous tension in him still. He’s still as a statue, a little too calm which usually means he’s working twice as hard to be so. This bothers him. Offering this so he won’t have to be grilled like a POW by me. It’s obvious he doesn’t like divulging his past and he probably isn’t too comfy with doing this at all. As a person he keeps his life private and his thoughts and feelings hidden from most, all the time. This must be hard, and it chips another little shard of ice away from my heart where

genuine, glad I won’t have to coax a story or ask things that

pauses, I guess trying to figure out where to start and shifts in his seat, a little straighter and at an angle where he can

it made me worse and more likely to be a little shit. I was aggressive, defiant and stubborn as hell. Every mother’s dream kid, huh?” Alexi sort

‘cute boy with dimples’ smile that relaxes me, and some of the nervous tension I was holding balled up inside me, dissipates a little. The tense atmosphere around us eases slightly, and as I cradle my wine

golden boy, and I was the kid she apologised for wherever we went. It wasn’t deliberate, I didn’t know how to be any different. I wasn’t actively trying to be bad; I just couldn’t stop it. I grew up knowing I was the one she didn’t really like, barely loved, and I guess it got to me a lot more than I admitted to myself.” Even though his words are level and show no hint of the turmoil they cause him, I can tell he’s hurting. His manner is way too controlled and cool, which I have learned is when he is hiding the

My poor baby.

out, my heart already aching for a little kid who was shunned for being the naughty one. I guess also having a mother who was cruel I can relate to him in that way. See the abuse, even if his mother never delivered punches and blows as mine did. She fucked him up just the same. Denied him the basics that a

out I have ADHD, and back then I had something called ODD, or Conduct disorder … which pretty much means I had a reason for being a bad kid; my shrink told me parental rejection exacerbated the disorder into a much more serious issue.

shake of his head as he tries to pass it all off as meaningless. I sit in stunned silence and try to absorb this fully. I never thought for a