The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 158

“I don’t know. I think it’s best to assume you are not in the clear. From this moment on, you won’t be anywhere I am not if it can be helped. I don’t want you on the club floor until I know what’s going on and why. You are exposed down there, and when it’s dark and crowded, all it takes is one moment with the wrong guy in the shadows. I can’t lose you.”

My heart sinks at the thought of being a prisoner in this apartment once more, but what can I do. Spies everywhere and down there I’m too accessible on a busy night. He’s right. Security would need to babysit my every move; all it would take is a minute. A poisoned drink, an injection, or even a blade to the right part of my anatomy. These are the means these people use and they have the courage to go after someone in a club on a busy night. They already tried once.

“Santagato, he came to you for help … so it’s definitely not him, or this Carmichael?” I’m almost choking on the words but asking questions is all that is keeping me from a full-blown freak-out.

“No. We have a sit-down tomorrow afternoon, all five families. Whoever this is, they are not known to us. I think someone is moving into the city and trying to display a powerful front. Getting to us close to home, showing they have balls, the means and insider knowledge. This seems a lot like someone trying to make a mark before they move into my territory.” Alexi’s grip on my hand loosens as he turns it over and seems to inspect my dainty fingers in his, running his index finger down the small thumb against his larger one and measuring my small hand in his larger one.

I’ve never understood the mechanics of the old Italian code, but I know that certain things are more of an inconvenience than a declaration of war. Targeting the women who hold no value; Alexi is right. It’s not a call to start a war, it’s an effort at saying ‘Look how cocky and well placed I am. You should consider me worthy’. Someone is trying to piss on their property and show dominance.

I curl up against him instinctively, like a child in need of reassurance, forgetting why I’m even mad at him anymore when my brain is swirling with something this serious and this real. A threat and one aimed at me. It has just dawned on me that the attempted kidnapping was a fail and they might not be done with me yet if Alexi is one of the men on their hit list. Considering how things are between us now, then I would be a very good weapon against him.

He cares … therefore it would be highly effective to throw him off his game. Even I know it would fuck him up if I died.

I tried that, and he admits he panicked and hauled me to a hospital where he stayed by my side until he knew I was ok. If I died, I can’t even imagine what he would do.

Shit

“What do we do now?” I sound feeble, weak-voiced and afraid; he slides an arm around me, pulling me up against him so I can lay my head on his chest and he leans his chin on top of my crown. Close and safe, everything less terrifying when I’m in his arms. Less likely to hyperventilate or cry, or curl into a ball and hide under the sofa.

“We act carefully. You stick with Jackson no matter what and whenever I can, I will have you with me. My apartment is like Fort Knox and has live-in security, a housekeeper and a gardener there all the time. We should think about moving you there and just play safe until I know more.”

I look up, blink at him again, this time in referencing a gardener when he clearly said apartment. A stupid thing to catch on but my head isn’t exactly following a logical thought pattern in my weird shocked state.

I have never heard of any billionaire penthouse apartments which had need of a gardener before, but I curl up again and let it slide, assuming he is making some weird, vague joke. Alexi has an odd sense of humour at the weirdest of times. I don’t even stop to ponder the fact he said he wants to move me to his own home. It’s unimportant and just a measure to keep me safe.

“I have to go for my nail appointment tomorrow morning, it’s a busy salon and the only time they can see me for a month. I can’t cancel, Alexi. My nails are badly in need of an infill. I have other appointments too. I can’t just up and leave here like that, this is my home and my job.”

I’m rambling.

I know it’s such a stupid thing to be worrying about, but all this could be for nothing and last months. I can’t let myself look shit because we are on some sort of code red, and I will go insane with only walls as a view and nothing to occupy my time with. Alexi will stop fancying me if my hair gets three-inch roots and my nails look like I have been gardening in his imaginary whatever without a shovel … trowel? I don’t even know as I have never tended plants in my life.

Okay, so I’m kind of losing my shit.

I pull myself out of his arms to twist and turn and look at him, placing a palm on his chest to keep myself upright and he runs his fingers up my wrist and arm until his hand cups my face gently. Soothing me instantly and I return to calmer, less erratic thoughts. He pulls me close and kisses me softly on the mouth, stilling my manic panic.

“Then Jackson is with you every second of the appointment. He’s ex-military, highly trained and won’t let anything happen to you. I can meet you after, as I still have plans that we never got around to. I’m not done with convincing you to stay with me.”

I blanch. Jackson hardly seems like a stealth weapon, but then I guess he must have hidden talents if Alexi trusted him to be my shadow all this time. I guess I never even connected Jackson with anything terrifying because to me, he is an oversized puppy dog; Alexi would never have chosen him if he wasn’t the best at protecting me, now that I think about it. Of course, he would choose his best because he loves me, but I just cannot see it.

“So, until future notice, I have to live up here and not work? How the hell am I going to survive that? I don’t do being caged up and bored very well. This may kill me all by itself.”

Alexi’s heavy sigh matches mine, and he brushes the hair back off my face in that affectionate little way of his. Another reminder of yesterday and I know I’m completely lost, back under his spell.

“I’m sure we can find something to fill your time. Use this temporary phase to spend time together.” He pulls me into his lap properly so I end up straddling him, stretching my dress, which luckily has a high Lycra content or else I would be billing him for a replacement. I nuzzle down comfortably on top of his strong, wide thighs, fully aware that this could be an ultimate horn pushing position if I wriggled enough, but he strokes my face instead and all thoughts of sex flutter away, doused by trepidation.

if I do automatically check him out with both eyes and hands, smoothing over his

down I know that this is

to let him do what he does best. Protect me in any way he sees fit. Trust his instincts and obey him for once. He has never steered

a wave of exhaustion overtaking that handsome face and he runs his hands up my

immediately and pushing all refusals far away. Moaning lightly with the overwhelming sensations he ignites any time

doesn’t wait for my answer, turning me and tugs me with him dominantly, abandoning tea and coffee as the machine percolates in

it if I’m

pause by his door, tugging back to stop him as we near the room. Nerves rising inside me as I eye up the dark interior and that black sheeted

keep my hands to myself. I just want you beside me. It’s been a long day and you have a way of making me forget everything.” He leans in slowly and gives me another

don’t object and let him lead

is more powerful than the tug of being

was contemplating leaving the bugger until he came home

I’m pathetic.

little note he left propped on his empty

may have held and pondered over for far too long. Tracing the neat script writing and the little out of character kisses at the end. Heart all butterflies and stupid teen girl feelings coursing through my body. Feeling all sorts of goofy and smiley, mood

a permanent mood for me when it comes to

of icky goo. He didn’t want me to wake up alone and think he had once again abandoned me after a night of curling up and sleeping in his arms. He wanted me to wake up and know that he wasn’t far away and left me sleeping while he had work to do. The guy really is trying to

each other after the initial small talk and awkwardness of getting into it. Cuddling, staring at the stark darkness while he played with my hair and told me how happy he was

when he sensed my breathing became heavy and even as drowsiness hit, and then I drifted off with my head on his chest so quickly it was insane. Completely forgiving him

note made sure yesterday is a

in with you, but I will be downstairs in the office when you wake. Come see me when you

Lexi xx

really is different this

becoming the version which rolls off my tongue before his full name does. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s softer, cuter and somehow more personal having my own version of his name. Something that makes him mine. Like he calls me Cam. Even though everyone else in the building keeps it at a full Camilla.

and giving this a chance might

myself deliberate space to get ready even though I was itching

a lot to prove and I have to fight myself tooth and nail not to forget that when I’m being smothered with charm and sexy affection.

him before I commit to anything. I have to see him mad at me,

formally again with less full-on sassy, and a little of my reserved and understated today. Get the lift to the office

Seeing him.

it’s like I could feel him on the floor below and was being drawn to go there. I miss him, even though he hasn’t left. I need to occupy the same space as he is

banned from the lowest floors as soon as doors open but until then I still have the run of my own building. I won’t let cabin fever set in if I don’t have to and fully intend to utilise my daytime freedom.

when I get down there; both dressed in sportswear, black

about moving into any great deal of colour outside the monochrome of black,

mumbling to each other in quiet tones. Hushed bookends who are so very similar from behind. From here they sound identical, also Italian. I realise they’re not even speaking

both so focused on what they are doing; they don’t

been sitting there as papers are strewn on the surface and the seat is out and facing the side as though he has just got up. I go for it, about to stake my claim in my jovial upbeat mood, knowing

is boss today. It’s

“Hey!”

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