The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

“I think she has a personal vendetta against me; the man I shot at thirteen was the man she was supposed to marry. It doesn’t matter that everyone was slaughtered anyway. She has her eye on you to serve up a specific cold message to me. That’s why they’ve been watching the club. You are number one of her top five. Send me a message and wound me the deepest. It’s why she hasn’t given up on you after a failed attempt. This is because of what I did.”

Alexi trails off with that serious tone and swirls his drink again. My insides all gripping together in a horrible heavy coldness as it sinks in and I literally swallow my saliva noisily as bile rises in my throat. Shuddering with the awful reality of this shitty insane world and the players who treat lives like disposable commodities.

“So, they will come again? Her men will keep coming after me until I’m dead?” It’s shrill, high pitched and drenched in fear as I shudder, voice breaking as it comes out of me and everything pales around me as my eyes blur at the bite of tears. Alexi puts his glass down and stalks towards me.

“You think I would let anyone touch you? That I won’t do everything in my power to keep you safe? I’m not my father. I don’t need to rally the families to fight back, we are already united, and I have way more reach than he ever did. I can end this with one death—hers. If that’s what it takes, then that’s what it takes.” He growls it, eyes on mine as he brushes back my hair and pulls me to him by my jawline with one gentle hand, bringing me to him so we stand facing each other closely.

“She dies and it stops?” I lock my gaze on him, needing his presence to stop myself panicking into hysteria. Reminding myself that he does and will always keep me safe. His dominance and aggression oozing as proof that he will do anything to protect me.

“She is the head of her family; without that, they will go running back to where they come from. She is the one with the balls and the vendetta. If she’s dead, I believe the rest will run back to Italy.” He traces my lips with his thumb and leans in to touch the tip of his nose against mine. Calming me with gentle caresses and just being my rock when I need him.

“So, what’s stopping you? Why hasn’t the order already been issued? The fact you’re sitting here mulling this over tells me something is in your way. I know you and you wouldn’t be sulking in the dark if the plan was in place.”

“My family won’t allow me to kill her for what has gone on so far. She’s a woman who was scorned by my blood and they don’t want to start what could be another war. They don’t want New York to experience that level of bloodshed again and don’t deem her misdemeanours as anything worthy of a hit.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I blanch at him, eyes widening, and that pit of hot anger bubbles up again inside me warming my icy cold shivers away to nothing.

“They don’t agree that the rest of them will dissipate if she dies. They think revenge will come anyway and that the risk isn’t worth it over a couple of whores.”

“Bullshit! You know this world and you know these kinds of people. You cut the head off the snake and the body flails around like a useless limp dick until it eventually dies. That’s what will happen when you take away their boss lady and remind them of the Carrero power. Take her out, be done with it and forget them all over again. You know it’s the right decision, and I’m not just a fucking whore. I’m yours … I’m Alexi Carrero’s heart. That has to account for something.” I rage at him, fury on full show and blood levels soaring as my heart beats out like a war drum.

Alexi smiles at me unexpectedly, breaking my growl with that genuine flash of pearly whites and runs a thumb across my cheek gently before leaning in to peck me lightly on the lips and graze his nose against mine.

“I knew there was a queen dwelling inside of you.” Another proud smile, another touch of noses and he lets me go.

“I can’t go against the board. My hands are tied unless I can convince them that this is the way to nip it in the bud. Trust me, I’m working on it. Thinking out a plan.” He walks away from me, leaving me standing in the centre of the room and goes back to the booze cabinet.

“The board? Your musty old table of ageing Carrero men who previously ruled the roost? What do they know of modern times and how it works now? You are the one who has headed this family for a decade, almost. Things have changed, it’s not the same as when your father was standing here, and they should have a little fucking faith that you know what you’re doing by now.”

“You think I don’t know that, but I was raised by a code and respect for the men before me. If they say no, then I cannot proceed. My father isn’t objecting, but the rest are, and I can’t dishonour their wishes.”

I’m ranting and he’s calmly pouring another drink. He waves a glass my way and I shake my head, too churned up for more booze when my insides are bubbling away like a volcano about to erupt.

“Then they are idiots. Go get someone else to do it then … Santagato, one of the other family heads, and just act like it was nothing to do with you. Make it happen, Lexi, make the fucking bitch go away!” I squawk a little hysterically as the words tumble out and he pauses to look at me, bringing me down from the rafters with a frown.

“I can’t. I won’t. Asking a favour of that magnitude shows a weakness in my chain of command. I can’t have Santagato know my family isn’t united on something like this and give him an edge over me.” Alexi is deadly serious and that stubborn streak in him is showing through. I know the how of the inner workings, the twisted games and stupid signals always in play around these men. I sigh and resists the urge to ‘arghh’ at him.

I realise it’s a blessing to be alone and

and I know I just insulted him in some vague way. I

see if there’s another way I can eradicate the issue. It’s not ideal but it will buy me time and maybe your

him finish his sentence.

fucking God, are you kidding me? This woman tried to kill me … TWICE. Fucking TWICE Alexi! And you’re going to sit down with her and have a little chat over coffee? Really? Is that all I’m worth to you?” The rage erupting in me is not really aimed at him because I know how rooted in tradition and rules his family

on the role of family head, she lost her right to protection as a woman.

yells back at me, tempers rising between us, shocking me with his words as I realise the magnitude of him disobeying the board. I rub my fingers through my scalp to try and release some of the pressure

abilities to fuck people up. I’ll do it. It’s not hard to overdose with something in her drink at a nail bar or a

take over and my voice breaks hoarse and raw as all my emotions bubble over,

from a serious tone and I can’t tell if he’s impressed or shocked.

live in fear with that scraggy cow walking my streets. If you do something, then your family take me God knows

have my woman doing my dirty work, and my family is my problem when and if the time comes. I won’t have that on your conscience, we both know you have never ended someone’s life.” Alexi’s temper bites and his tone sharpens to match mine. Anger high in the air but we’re not mad with each other. Just all this crap threatening what we have starting between

look easy so I’m sure I could live with it.” I point out, referencing the times I have seen his cold and uncaring response to doing it. He doesn’t care so maybe I won’t. Going after her is justified and I have enough

worse than having my own problems did. I can kill without feeling Cam, but it doesn’t mean I never used to, or that I didn’t have any reaction, even in my fucked up way. I still have dreams and nightmares about the people I have

someone I used to think a sociopath. He clearly isn’t, as nightmares and dreams signal guilt. Alexi maybe feels nothing for what he does at the time, but his dreams punish him instead. On some level, his subconscious knows what he does is very wrong. Another layer to my cold-hearted killer that no one would ever guess. Probably why he sleeps so little and it’s not

and yet I’m silenced by his words. Held against his elevated heartbeat, closing my eyes as I wrap my arms around him too, right around his torso and squeeze him tight. Head whirring with the

Fuckers.

brain whirring with solutions

a superior little look that says, “so there.” Injecting some humour into my tone but it’s only half a joke and my heart tells me Jackson

and he doesn’t want to fight with me either. This matter is too big, and I don’t see a resolution tonight. He is too stubborn and so am I. We won’t find an

hand across my chest delicately, igniting goosebumps and cooling the last ounces of my rage. His eyes following across

believe it mate because if you take another damn hoe on a date ever again, those words will become your reality. I’m crazy enough to poison you and then cut your manhood off to make you choke on it.” It’s only half in jest with a stern tone

expects to see me dating anyone else. You are the only date from here on in, I swear. I’m still pissed about what you did

room.” I lift my chin defiantly, not backing down on why I did it and a little

long silent moment and then sighs heavily, knowing he has no standing in this argument and should just give up while he can. I may have acted like an arse, but he lit the rocket under me and gave me the

You need to figure that out when we get back.” It’s a stern tone but the smug hint of a smile tells

uncertain look he gave me when I mentioned her earlier. Not convinced that anyone called Rebel is hostess material. Alexi just doesn’t like that I’m the one picking girls and

little control

need to fuck you and sleep. We have a flight at 5 a.m. I’m tired, agitated and have a lot to do.” Commander and chief mode initiated, but

too and don’t want you to fuck me.’

I used to think he

seriously sadistic smile of his and I swear my heart stops for a moment. It’s that ‘I will bend you to my

immediately jumps up as though he was not snoozing on the couch and darts out of the room at lightning speed. An air of urgency that sends shivers from my toes to my groin. I know what’s coming and despite my verbal objections, my body is already trying to pry my thighs open to welcome