The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Sat alone in the bedroom as I pack everything I own with a complete lack of interest, I cannot help the tears rolling down my
face. Mico is in the other room making calls and figuring out where he is going to put me from now on. Alexi didn’t come back
and I gather one of the heated calls shortly after his departure was him. Mico sounded enraged and left the building to finish his
call, barely able to lower his tone as he continued their argument.
The girl must have disappeared when Alexi got here as she has vanished into thin air and for that, I am actually thankful. I don’t
want anyone to see me sobbing and pathetic, like some poor battered woman at the hands of a cold bastard and his words.
I just feel desolate and in pain. Alexi has cut me loose and I should be happy about it, but I am not. I still harbour this dumb tiny
little flicker that somewhere deep inside I mean something to him and as toxic as we are, I love him. I can’t help or control how I
feel about him.
Despite it all, he found a way to make me feel again. I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree after all, and I am exactly like
my mother. Loving abusive controlling men who inflict pain in so many ways, and still clinging to the wreckage like a drowning
victim, praying for some little tinge of salvation.
Alexi doesn’t care about me. I am a plaything he likes to wound, and I can now free myself of his torment. I just need to get my
head and heart to catch up and work together to rid myself of this disease.
This wasn’t what I imagined freedom would look like, but it’s a hell of a lot better than running and surviving on my skills. I am so
done with my old life and my old ways. This respite of not relying on manipulations and seducing men to get by has been the
breather I needed, to really see how miserable I was and am as a person. Tired and weary and sick of running, fighting, every
goddamn day just to stay afloat. I can’t do this anymore.
The older I get the lonelier my life becomes, and I am starting to cringe with every male touch laid upon my body, abhorring that
my body is a vessel for them to use and own. Years of overcoming my scars and internal battles to keep doing what I am good
at, and it’s slowly unravelling. I don’t want to play games and use my female wiles anymore, I don’t want to constantly look over
my shoulder and run at the drop of a hat. I don’t want to endure touches and perversions to scrape by.
I am exhausted and weary and even though I am only twenty-eight, I feel like I have lived a life twice that long. I’m used goods
and scarred deeply, so there is no chance of a happy ever after for someone like me, but I can at least accept that life could be
something else if I tried.
I never imagined I could ever fall for anyone and I guess this is Karma’s way of punishing me for my life choices and decisions of
my past. Making me fall for the devil himself and bringing with it a world of pain and an inability to carry on as I did before. It hurts

so much it’s like an aching tooth in every part of my soul, and my chest is heavy with the weight of trying to breathe. The thought
of never seeing him again, never having reason to hear his voice, even if he is cruel and cold towards me, is killing me.
I jump, startled when Mico appears at the door and knocks gently to alert me to his presence. It’s open, but I guess because I am
sitting on the bed, slowly folding random pieces of underwear half-heartedly while staring at nothing, he must assume I am
fragile.
I guess I am, I’m still feeling poorly and running a temperature, still exhausted both physically and mentally, sat like some
deranged idiot who is leaking all her bodily fluids out of her face and down her sodden top.
‘’I need to go sort out some fine details about where you will be staying and what you will be doing. You can stay here tonight,
and I will come by for you in the morning. You have my cell number if you need me, just be ready for nine a.m. and I will pick you
up.’’ He is trying to sound upbeat and smiling, ignoring my obvious distress.
‘’Fine,’’ I answer so softly it is practically inaudible.
‘’Are you okay?’’ He surprises me with that question and I just throw on a mock smile through my tears.
‘‘Sure, maybe not right this second but I will be. I always am.’’ I shrug it off and wipe my nose on my sleeve like a child. It’s times
like this when he seems calm that I really see how much he shares of his cousins DNA. Tall, broad, handsome and very clearly
of Italian descent, dark hair and green eyes over olive skin and if I wasn’t so enamoured with one sadistic prick from this
bloodline I would see Mico’s appeal.
He must be around his early thirties, like Alexi, yet he has a youthfulness about him when he smiles, something else which
seems to run in their family. The rare occasions Alexi actually smiled he had it too and surprising dimples.
‘’You’re a warrior, nothing keeps you down does it?’’ He nods a smile at me, impressed maybe, admiring a quality I doubt I
possess. I have no choice but to keep going in life, it’s hardly a choice to be this way.
‘’Why are you doing this?’’ I look at him forlornly, confused that he cares about me after everything. I never did anything to try
and earn it, but he does. If only it had been that simple when it came to Alexi!
Mico furrows his brow cutely and looks at the floor as though I have embarrassed him by asking.
‘’We are a funny breed, the Carreros. Even with what we are and what we do ... some of us have an ounce of decency and I
hate to see women trapped by their circumstances in this world. Despite what year this is, this is still very much a man’s world
and you are a pawn being bounced around and used with no value other than a toy. I want to help break you out and save you

from a lifetime of misery, Camilla. Alexi is not your hero ... he is so caught up in his own head that he cannot see past his
suspicion and mistrust, and he is aiming all his frustrations at you. I love my cousin but he can be a son of a bitch sometimes. He
won’t let any woman in and you are no exception, even if you do have an effect on him on some level.’’ Mico shifts on his feet
and looks defeated for a moment, his posture sagging slightly, and it only fuels more tears.
I get what he is saying, he knows I have feelings for Alexi, and he knows like I do, they mean nothing to him.
‘‘I never wanted to fall for him you know? It wasn’t part of the plan.’’ I don’t know why I am telling him this. I guess I just need
someone to tell, someone to talk to. Something I have never had in my life—that longing for just one friend.
‘’Alexi has that way about him and women seem to fall at his feet no matter how he treats them. I wish I could say you were
unique, but the sad truth is a lot of women have fallen in his wake and cried themselves sick. You deserve someone who treats
you well and a new life away from all this shit. Someone to really save you from the horror of it all. Alexi won’t.’’ That’s a
statement I already knew but didn’t have the strength to hear someone else say, and it wounds me to the core. More tears fill my
vision more intensely and I brush them away.
‘‘I don’t need a hero Mico, I need to stop following the same path in life that leads me to men like Alexi. I need to work on being
my own saviour and make smarter choices, and I need to stop putting myself in shitty circumstances.’’
Isn’t that the truth!
I once heard someone say ‘’People are like water, they find their own level and attract like.’’ I guess because I am trash and I
deserve the shit I endure, this is maybe where I belong. Mico smiles sadly.
‘’I think that’s part of what gets under his skin ... You are a survivor, tough and resilient. You bounce back from the worst shit and
don’t take much lying down. It makes him feel like he has no control over you, and it makes you unpredictable. You are also the
first woman, who isn't blood, that has ever had the balls to repeatedly defy him. He doesn’t know how to take that from mere
playthings.’’ A compliment maybe, or just an observation. It’s the sad reality and it bites.
He smiles affectionately and for a brief second I feel a moment of warmth. I guess this is the first time in my life I have someone
even close to being genuine.
Well Sophie, I guess. She tried, but I made sure I didn’t ever let it reciprocate, and yet, in the end, she acted like a true friend
when she saved my arse. I treated her appallingly and cruelly and it has followed me like a bad smell, eating at my conscience
even though it’s not something I ever battled with in my past. Guilt was alien to me until her. Since Sophie, I just feel like I am

slowly losing the icy wall of indifference and my stupid emotions are all over the place. Maybe it’s not Sophie ... maybe it’s
because King Carrero swooped in right from that moment and it’s because of him my emotions have been crazily out of control
ever since. He infected me in the worst kind of ways. Damn the Carrero bloodline.
‘‘I guess we are just not compatible like you said, we bring out the worst in one another, right?’’ It’s said to remind myself more
than looking for his agreement and as we both nod, he moves to go.
‘’9 a.m ... Be ready for a new chapter. I’ll try and put you someplace that gives you a chance. The rest will be on you.’’
‘‘Mico ...’’ I call after him, wiping my face again and he pauses to look back. ‘‘Thank you.’’ It’s heartfelt and emotional. It’s all I
manage to get out as my throat closes up with emotion and almost chokes me. Mico smiles softly, getting how much I mean it
before he slides out and leaves me to myself and my woes.
After I am done packing and I am all alone in Alexi’s apartment I wander around aimlessly trying to find something to pass away
the hours I have left here. I am cried out and empty, feeling listless and raw and just hoping I can distract myself from all that I
feel right now. It’s raining out, overcast, grey and cold. It is barely mid-afternoon, and I have nothing to watch or read that will
hold my interest. How can it when my head has one image and one thought.