The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I’m bored out of my mind, amusing myself since Alexi left, by watching Netflix in the main sitting room and sprawling out in my new domain. All on my lonesome with the lights on low, the glowing fireplace creating a beautiful ambience in front of me and the sweeping lights of night-time New York to my right. It's semi-dark, peaceful in a cosy and homely sort of way and I’m utterly relaxed in my surroundings. The couches are deep, comfy and large so I’m laid out like Cleopatra and enjoying the size of his massive TV in full HD and an endless list of channels. This place was made for relaxing and I adore it.

For a guy who doesn’t do much of it, he certainly kitted this place out as though he intended to. I wonder if now we are a thing, he will make an effort to spend more time here and try to sit down occasionally and do ‘couple’ things, like watching a movie. He did it the night Feral died and it gives me hope that maybe he might acclimatise to being more domesticated with reason to be so. I personally feel like I could happily transition to cosy nights by the fire curled up beside him and slow lovemaking sessions upstairs afterwards. I could see myself here for a long time, settled, even if I want to yell at him for taking away my choice to do so.

I’m guessing Alexi has set Jackson up to watch the club in my absence tonight and I told him about Rebel before he left. He said he would relay the info to Jackson to have her help him on the floor and ask her to come to see me after we get back from Vegas to sort it out properly. Just another indication I’m under house arrest until further notice and not allowed near my own club. My job, my room, my club … banished. Of course, it riles me, but after my idiotic behaviours, I’m in no standing to argue with him on that front anytime soon.

He didn’t even seem fazed by my objections to being moved here permanently, just shut me down with a kiss and told me to shut up before we started arguing again.

I can’t argue over it while someone out there wants to hurt me, but still …

He’s a wanker sometimes.

Not that it will be a hardship, with this much space, luxurious surroundings and a maid on call who cooks like a dream. Alexi didn’t stay for food. Just showered, informed me that Mrs Capone, yes her actual name, which gave me a solid five-minute giggling fit that earned me an eyebrow-raised stare from him, would feed me whenever I wanted.

It was divine. A cheesy herb pasta of some sort and garlic bread, followed by creamy ice cream and apple pie that still has me stuffed and ready to pop. I also learned when a little old man came trenching down the stairs carrying his boots, she has a husband and they both live here full time.

He is a gardener and handyman and tends to all the plants in the house and whatever needs fixing or sorting out. No idea where he was all evening, but it added to my shame knowing this sweet, wrinkled old man was probably on the bedroom level when Alexi had me wailing like a banshee and screaming his name through one of my many orgasms.

That sex though … it’s left me feeling content and so very chilled with a warm glow at knowing I get a repeat anytime I want.

Jackpot.

The perks of my psycho lover and his overly energetic and aggressive side.

Alexi’s dog settles himself on the couch beside me, pulling my attention away from my slushy film. It has been slowly moving closer all evening and getting braver as I sit here on my own and watch movie after movie. Either because it’s interested in me, or it wants some of my snacks the maid left sitting on the low coffee table when she retired for the evening. They only work until 6 p.m. and then anything we require after is on us to fetch or use the little room of security men to go fetch for me; so she made me a tray of fruit, crunchy snacks, popcorn and cakes to tide me over after she went upstairs. I can’t eat a bite, but they all look delicious.

Lync crawls up the couch from the far end and then stops, laying his head down to watch me at his safe distance and settles back once more. I turn back to watch Matthew McConaughey chasing down some blonde on a motorbike, satisfied he will stay put for a while longer and relax some more, not really intimidated by him all that much. It’s taken him a few hours to get this close, and he has less of a wild nature than Feral did. He seems cautious, more than rabid.

I took a second bath after Alexi left and washed my hair this time before blow drying it, pulling on some of my silky, sexy nightwear and a robe from the vast number of suitcases Mico’s men dumped upstairs. Getting myself ready for his return later just because I can, and maybe I want him to want me all over again when he gets home. Now I’m recovered from earlier. Libido back intact. That kind of sex is addictive, and my body recovers quickly.

ate, despite my protests and now I’m trying to pass away the hours while trying not to be pissed at the fact the shithead has moved everything I own here, even down to BOB. The maid opened the first case and there he was

my vagina knowing that his hands have been

phone and forgot to ask Alexi what happened to it as I’m sure his men will have picked it up. Cut off from even knowing when he is coming back and left picking my

came to the club but are definitely Carrero. Three inside and two men stationed outside as extra measures who every so often come in here. One of them will pass me and walk around the house

but eat and wait. It’s getting late and I’m exhausted yet refusing to go to his massive bed

after the events of the past day or so. I need him here to level

instead. He has an equally huge tv up there positioned for optimal viewing from the bed and maybe if I head up then this huge furry beast will stop sitting four foot away and stabbing me with those eyeballs. The dog is

eyes right into your skull in the most intimidating way and doesn’t even blink. The dog is a master of making

could be either the most nervous and sweet animal just sussing out if I mean him harm, or like Alexi, a crazed psycho who sits behind a calm demeanour as he works

to me that Alexi has a pet dog that he raised from a young age and obviously cares a lot about. It’s just another little titbit of showing me

Mr and Mrs Capone’s

Weird.

about Alexi in a tux and get up, grabbing my bottle of water and head to bed. Resigned to the fact that maybe sleeping away the hours is better than nervously awaiting his return

the back of my naked ankle and I yelp in fright. Recoiling in horror and blink back down at his questioning expression. Big head cocked to the side, trying

yell at it as I turn on it sheepishly. Nerves rising a little at his perseverance to stick by my

butt on the floor and stares right back, silently, in that same unemotional way his

and this pooch can sense his brother

Fucking weird mutt.

top of the stairs, startling me with her sudden appearance as Mrs Capone makes her way towards me carrying an empty glass. She’s dressed in slippers and a housecoat and I guess she needs a

can extract ‘like’ from how he is behaving.” I point out, moving to let her pass and edging away to escape those

She fondles the dog’s head in passing with her free hand and gets a lick in return and a thump thump as his wagging tail hits the floor a couple of times. He stays rooted to the spot though with that fixated gaze on

up as she descends, thinking about what she said and smile absentmindedly as the thought of Alexi curled up in bed with me pops into my mind’s eye. Warmed

stay here.” I point out commandingly, trying not to

exhale heavily. Resigned to the fact he may just come to sit on the bed and intimidate me for

Mrs Capone to follow but I’m wrong, and he passes me on the top step speedily before leading the way to the open bedroom door. Full stride and bounds