The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance) novel Chapter 101

The car park is less stuffy and a welcome break from the club indoors. Even with all its sexy lighting and modern exterior, it is still a huge black box that has little to no natural daylight inside and the way it is secured means it doesn’t ever have open windows for fresh air. It relies heavily on electrical lighting and air-con to keep the flow and temperature.

It doesn’t compare to coming outside to just breathe and feel some real sun on your limbs. Something I did a lot of when working in the diner, inhaling fried grease all day long.

I perch my butt on a low brick wall that juts out along in front of one the new metal fences. It used to be the old territory marker for where to park, but is pointless since he turned this into a hemmed in paddock and acts as a makeshift bench of sorts. Leaning my head back against the fence I slide my shoes off and stretch out my naked legs to warm in the sun for a while. My dress is knee length and rides up a little as I sit, so it’s glorious.

Closing my eyes and letting the tightness seep out of my body as heat beats down on me, I jump when a tiny little mewl noise startles me from my right.

I flinch a second time, heart jumping, when I notice a little ginger, scruffy furball curled aggressively behind the tyre of the nearest car, glaring at me fiercely. Eyes almost illuminated from his shadowy vantage point and intensely honed in on me. When I lean down to look more closely it growls at me angrily in a long, evil and forbidding noise that sends my nerves rattling, and I recoil apprehensively. He’s a little demonic and wild for my liking.

‘Calm yourself, psycho. I wasn’t planning on touching you.’ I move further along the wall, shifting on my butt to put distance between us and turn away from the scabby little stray. Picking up my shoes carefully and sliding them back on my feet while keeping an eye on it, in case it’s in attack mode for breaching its territory. It makes me nervous with that beady gaze stuck on me relentlessly.

Stray cats are common in New York, especially down the back alleys and where the large dumpsters sit. This one looks like he has been through the wars and is a little worse for wear, hiding in the shadows of one of the four-by-fours. Even from here I can tell it’s scrawny and filthy.

I get up and walk to the back steps of the club and attempt to sit there instead, on the low wall at the base of them. Not really in the mood for taking on a crazy cat, and jump when it appears to my left, crawling out of its little shelter to stare at me from under the bonnet of the car. Slinking after me as though it’s trying to intimidate me out of its parking lot. He doesn’t seem as ferocious in the light and looks more flea-bitten and pitiful than anything.

‘What do you want? Stop eyeballing me. I don’t have anything for you.’ I turn my back on him to get it to go away and head up the steps to the doors to put a little more space between us. I slide down to perch on the top one and lean back against the solid security door as a backrest to watch the little demon sidekick as he snarls at me from his position.

He’s scruffy, skinny and not the most attractive of kitties. Looks like a tom judging by the missing eye and half an ear … probably not had a decent meal for a long time. He is all loose skin and obvious bones, and the funny angle of his tail midway suggests it was broken long ago and has healed crooked.

Despite his little aggressive nature, something in me feels kind of sorry for him, and in this heat, he’s probably desperate for a drink. I wonder how long he has been living out here as it’s the first time I have noticed him.

I yelp in alarm, head torn from thoughts of the cat when I catapult backwards as my backrest caves in with someone opening the door behind me. I land flat on my back with an ungraceful thud, my head in the gloomy hall of the club, facing up at the smug looking prick that just opened it.

Alexi stands over me looking down, obviously amused with this little manoeuvre and fully aware of what he was doing with a smart-arse smile on that clean-cut face.

There’s a camera pointing down on the step and a screen inside this door showing this exact angle, so he saw me sitting here before he yanked it open at speed, purposely.

‘You’re a wanker.’ I glare up at him from my lying down position and he just grins a little harder, still towering over me casually, as though he could do it all day. I continue to lie here , acting like I am quite comfortable and in no way bruised or pissed at him for being a tosser.

‘Stop lying down on the job, wench.’ He chuckles at his own joke. I just throw him a grim look and bite down the urge to punch him in the balls. Alexi laughing is a rare occurrence, although it is having only a negative effect on me seeing as I’m now lying on a dirty floor in an expensive dress, thanks to him.

‘This isn’t funny; I think you’re a prick.’

‘It’s funny from up here,’ He smirks, still beaming in merriment and gets the bird thrown right at him from my horizontal position … my temper simmering at his antics.

Alexi leans in extending a hand to help me up, but I just slap it away, glaring furiously because now my bloody dress is probably dusty and mucky right up my back, and I have to get up ungracefully while this arsehole watches me. I am in stubborn and Princess mode, and I would rather struggle than accept help from him.

I roll awkwardly in my very tight dress, and spend a few minutes getting up while he leans with one hand on the door, keeping it open and still grinning at me like this is the funniest moment in history. Amused that my tight attire makes getting up like some sort of acrobatic act.

‘You really are having trouble with the no touching thing, aren’t you?’ I snap at him in response, riled and irritated and turn to walk back outside as I dust myself down, not really in the mood for my quiet sun time anymore, but as he’s blocking the hall, I’m not pushing past him either. The frame of mind he is in, he would probably do something equally childish to me for shits and giggles.

‘About that …’ Alexi seems to brush off the fun, turning serious, his expression straightening out and follows me outside as I sigh. I can feel a foreboding wave of heaviness that whatever he’s going to say is about to dent my mood for the rest of the day.

‘Can we just discuss the terms of that little rule?’ He turns on me when I get to the top step and move to let him pass. He makes it clear walking away is pointless. His smile gone but still has that air of good mood and amusement, and it makes me instantly suspicious. He rarely does obvious moods, even good ones, and I have no idea at all why he’s in such a great one today. He has been like this since he first appeared.

Especially after seeing how shittily his club has been running for months. I just cannot get over how little that seems to mean to him at all.

‘No.’ I shake my head at him and try to dodge him, but he blocks me bodily and I have no choice but to stand my ground, his back to the steps, so I cannot get by.

‘Sometimes touching is unavoidable and I just think it should be more specific … like I can’t fuck you—unless you want me to that is.’ He adds that with a cheeky smirk and I swear he’s been drinking or something. He’s too merry today and it’s creepy.

This is a flirty, maybe cheeky side to him that I have never really been privy too and I don’t get why it’s on show now. An odd vibe coming from him in droves as his eyes twinkle with a little more depth of colour in the sunlight. He looks as though he has a smile churning under that good bone structure and his whole posture is casual and relaxed.

Maybe because he no longer owns me and has to seek permission for things he could just take before, he’s applying charm and sexy. Who knows?

‘No. You agreed! You can’t back pedal now. No touching is what it is … NO TOUCHING!’ I fire back at him, crossing my arms over my chest in a bid to get some breathing space between us. I am fully aware my insides have started that slow rise to heat of their own accord because a hunk of muscle and testosterone is practically pressed against me and talking about sex. Traitorous knickers twisting themselves up as little flitters in my nether region tingle away crazily.