The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 167

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.

The maid was up there organising all my things while I 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 in all his purple glory.

Nice Mico. Thanks for touching and packing my ten-inch sex toy. I can now never put it anywhere near my vagina knowing that his hands have been on it as it will be like cheating on Lexi. Weird too, considering it’s Mico. Ugh.

I still have no 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 nails and trying not to ponder over what intel his men pulled from that arsehole who tried to take me from him.

His security is in the little office by the door keeping out of the way, no good for information because I don’t really know them, they never 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 to check the rooms. Not that anyone will break into a skyscraper penthouse by any means other than the door. We are practically in the clouds up here. They are also armed and

not exactly hiding it as they walk around in shirts and holsters, giving me a nod as they go by but generally keeping out of my space.

It feels like Alexi has been gone forever, and I’m not used to just lazing around doing nothing but eat and wait. It’s getting late and I’m exhausted yet refusing to go to his massive bed without him. I want to know what’s happening and I really want to curl up with him the first night in a strange place.

I miss him. We’re only just beginning, and I feel clingy and needy after the events of the past day or so. I need him here to level me out and give me calm.

I want to wait for him, but I think it’s probably a better idea to get in bed and wait there 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 creeping me out and he will eventually get right up beside me and then God knows what. Chew off my leg? Lie on me and crush me to death? He is hardly small.

He is literally silent and still, much like his master as he bores those hauntingly similar eyes right into your skull in the most intimidating way and doesn’t even blink. The dog is a master of making you uneasy.

I have still not decided if it is sizing me up as possible supper, or a chew toy. It’s not a dog you can get a read on. I mean he 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 out the best way to torture you just for his own amusement. Just because he can.

It is still really odd 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 a completely different man. One capable of loving an animal and having the empathy to save him from destruction because of what he was. Kindness in that soul of his.

I saw what it gets fed, and it’s all good quality raw meat and hand prepared food. The dog is a freaking king in this house and very much Mr and Mrs Capone’s baby. The old man was covered in licks and slobbers upon appearance and gave the dog a treat from an inner pocket he must carry around all the time.

Weird.

I give up on the film which is giving me way too many panty warming thoughts 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 and working myself into a horny mess, now BOB is eternally defiled.

I only get to the foot of the stairs when the cold, wet nose of that beast touches 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 to look harmless. I’m not completely fooled.

“What the fuck is it?” I half yell at it as I turn on it sheepishly. Nerves rising a little at his perseverance to stick by my side. Stomach a little tied up in knots already with things simmering in the back of my mind and this dog is just adding to it.

“You’re creeping me out. It’s not cool!” I stare at it imploringly, but it just sits its butt on the floor and stares right back, silently, in that same unemotional way his lord and master has. Not even a tail wag from the lanky thing.

I’m starting to think Alexi is just a reincarnated wolf and this pooch can sense his brother or long-lost relative in him.

Fucking weird mutt.

“He likes you, Miss.” The voice comes from the 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 fresh drink. I sigh with relief at seeing another human, and I hope the dog will now follow her down the stairs once more.

“I’m not sure I can extract ‘like’ from how he is behaving.” I point out, moving to let her pass and edging away to escape those eyes.

“Lync is a good boy but very reserved about who gets affection from him, much like Mr Carrero. They are a good match. You give him time to figure you out and this puppy will roll up in bed with you.” 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 me.

I eye her 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 by her observation that is pretty accurate. Heart filling a little with just how much I have come to depend on him.

“Well, I’m going to bed to wait for Lexi, so the dog can stay here.” I point out commandingly, trying not to sound fazed by it and turn to leave, hoping she lassoes him or something equally efficient to take him with her.

“Unfortunately, Lync can open doors, so Mr Carrero gave up on banishing him from the bedroom. You can try though.” She smiles softly, knowingly, with a hint that relays slight smugness under a beaming affection for this crazy creature, and I just exhale heavily. Resigned to the fact he may just come to sit on the bed and intimidate me for the next God knows how long before Lexi comes home. I get the vibe it’s his intention and wonder if Lexi trained him to do just that. I wouldn’t put it past him.

“Okay…whatever. If he mauls me to death, then so be it.” I flick my hair over my shoulder sassily, turn on my heel and flee up the stairs quickly. I’m hoping he is too distracted by 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 ahead of me with that clumsy wagging tail.

Ugh.

“Fucking dog,” I mutter under my breath and try to ignore his presence. Not overly happy with the fact I have earned myself a new stalker, but what can I do? He’s a persistent pain in the arse; much like his daddy. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The room is neat and tidy with no visible sign of anything that is mine at all, nor our earlier antics and bed messing, and I take a minute to look in the cupboard doors to check. See where all my belongings have disappeared to.

Alexi has a lot of storage, all concealed in this space and I can see all his suits, shirts and such neatly lined up inside the far end. Shoe rack, tie rack, belts, trousers. It’s all contained in less than half of the space even though he has an impressive amount of clothes, whereas mine is less than that on this side and looks practically empty.

Moving around all the time meant I have not spent a lot of time gathering belongings, shoes and clothes. Every time I fled, I got rid or sold what I could, and it has been a slow build to a decent wardrobe again. My things look sparse, but all accounted for. I guess more closet space is an advantage though, there’s room to grow and three sets of shoe racks crying out for some Louis Vuitton additions should I end up here for the long haul. I close the cupboard and turn to walk to the bed, pushing it to the back of my mind, stopping in my tracks as I spy Lord Lync sprawled across the foot of it as if he just owns this space.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter agitatedly. The dog is worse than the master, in that he is a relentless stalker who won’t take a hint. Even Lexi isn’t as dense as the damn mutt.

I do my best to pretend he isn’t there and climb in, glad the bed is big enough for me to do so without disturbing him, hauling the tv remote with the bed covers and switch it on. As soon as the screen lights up, the dog lays his head down right at the base of my feet and closes his eyes.

A little weird, but at least he isn’t staring at me anymore and I resign myself to my new bedmate. A grudged one. If he isn’t going to eat me, then he better not be a snorer. I may throw him out the window if he is.

I scan the menus for a new movie and press on one that doesn’t take much intellect to watch. Some cheesy chick flick, before snuggling down in bed to get comfy and try to stop obsessing on when Lexi will make an appearance.

He’s seeing his men, then having a sit down with the other families. He could be gone all night. I remind myself that if he is, then I won’t make a fuss, and I won’t accuse him of all sorts when he comes in if he’s stinking of cheap perfume and looking to head straight for the shower. I remind myself to trust him, trust in what he feels for me and learn to let things go.

I check the bedside clock and sigh heavily when I realise it’s only 9 p.m. It’s been a monumentally long day with a shit ton going on, and I can’t believe it’s only evening.

It’s been the longest week of my life since that shoot-out and I honestly feel like it’s been weeks with Alexi pursuing my heart, instead of only days.

It feels like days ago they chased me into that alley, not hours, and I shudder at the memory of it all, so dreamlike yet disturbing. I push it down and close my eyes as that knot tightens in my stomach. Apprehension returning to prickle across my skin and I thank some invisible force all over again for guiding him to me in time—my hero.

Alexi will never let anyone hurt me or get at me ever again. I just need to stop being such an idiot and fighting him all the time. He’s right; I do rebel and I do disobey him. But he needs to learn a better manner of delivery other than bossy shit telling me what to do.

I need to lighten up though and accept there are some things he can’t change about him, but he’s trying. I can see it and I should try too.