The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance) novel Chapter 16

I must be drunk! He finally lets me go as I cover the cloth with both my hands, letting me loose on my own shaking legs and pausing for a moment to make sure I can stand unaided. Closing the door behind him when he lets me go, so I’m locked in here alone, back in complete silence and blinking in disbelief at how this just went down.

I know no one else will get in here if he is standing outside and I let out a long slow breath of relief. My life is always drama and violence.

I completely sag against the wall and sink a little. Overcome with adrenaline and yet complete confusion. That moment was almost tender, Alexi was almost kind and it completely threw me. He’s the devil incarnate who doesn’t have a heart, yet he didn’t seem that way right now, he seemed almost nice and genuinely concerned about me.

Who knew he could be so gentle with his touch?

I trace my fingers over where he held my face and can still feel his heat tingling there. No idea why his touch could leave a mark more effectively on my skin than what that arsehole just did to me and I push it away. Unnerved by something so stupid and shake it off.

I straighten myself up and walk back to the vanity, catching sight in the mirror of the chaos I’m in.

My hair is falling down badly, pulled and messy, my face bright red and swelling on the left side. My lip is split and my nose is bleeding from the impact of the punch. I run his handkerchief under cold water and press it to the areas that are swelling trying to get myself under control, and trying not to baulk at the mess that arsehole has made of my face. I’m enraged that he’s ripped my new four-thousand-dollar dress and has ruined it completely!

I manage to tuck the torn fabric into my bra, so it at least looks like it's meant to be and not like its hanging off, and pull my hair down, so it falls in soft waves around me, concealing a lot of my injuries instead. I rummage in my bag and use whatever makeup and wipes I can to clean myself up and limit the obvious damage. Hiding and tidying all signs of anything amiss, so I can get out of this building with no one asking questions.

Alexi doesn’t like attention directed his way and this would draw a lot of concerned looks. I’m a dab hand at this kind of quick clean-up; I should be a complete pro at hiding bruises and cuts on minimal tools at short notice. I spent the first nineteen years of my life doing this on a daily basis at either my mother’s hands or the sea of men that came after.

Sadly, my first lesson in makeup was how to cover a black eye at a stupidly young age.

I take about ten minutes more, tucking and adjusting my dress to conceal the damage and smooth out the torn seams to sit flush before I finally venture outside as tidy as I can be. Nerves are also evened out with my respite and I feel a little surreal but completely back in control.

Shaken but not stirred, as 007 would say. My life taught me the art of quick recovery.

Alexi is leaning against one wall further down the corridor alone and looking very suave in his black tuxedo, like a man who belongs in grand buildings like this every day of his life. He’s typing on his phone and glances up when he realises I am venturing out towards him, sliding it inside his jacket and casting a smooth look my way.

His black shadows are nowhere to be seen, and he pushes himself off his leaning post, walking towards me to close the gap.

I have to admit, he still looks pretty screwable any day of the week and even more so right now that I clearly have some sort of hero complex over him.

His eyes scan me as he slides a hand under my hair and cups my cheek to pull my face up to him once more in an easy commandeering movement. I guess he wants to investigate the damage on show, probably checking I can pass without drawing eyes our way as we leave before he allows me to try. ‘’I hate men who think that it’s okay to hit women.’’

He says it so matter-of-factly that it completely takes me by surprise. An unchecked statement said without thought and I blink at him in half belief.