The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance) novel Chapter 51

Well, I have claws, and I am not against pissing on another feline! ‘’Well, whatever. I am going to enjoy watching you work the floor tonight after having it all to myself for a week, taking notes on what not to do.’’ The catty tone and narrowed eyes rile the bitch in me, and somehow, even with him watching on and finding this entertaining, I let my fire spike.

If he brought her over here to push me and hurt me, he can go take a dive off a cliff.

‘’Bringing in a stand-in when we have a lover’s tiff to run the club I helped build is not an achievement. You’re a pawn in the great Alexi’s mind games, and it’s obvious by your level of insults that he will grind you to dust in a matter of days. Good luck sweetheart. You don’t know what’s coming at you, and if you’re still standing here looking as good as this in six or seven months' time, then I might be impressed and consider you a worthy opponent. Right now, however, I see puppy chow sitting waiting while the wolf works up an appetite.’’ I don’t care what he thinks of my little statement, I’m not letting some arse-faced cow with too much lippy and squint eyeliner trod me underfoot. I may not have the skill to put him in his place, but street bitch is my forte.

She looks warily at him for some sort of permission, maybe reassurance, and shows a little hint of weakness in her armour. She is watching to see if it pissed him off and how she should proceed. Another ‘’Yes sir’’ woman, yet the difference is … I don’t care if it pisses him off, and I don’t need his permission to stand and fight my own battles. I never did.

He is quick enough to point it out when I should shut up and as he’s silently smirking, I guess he is finding me amusing with my strain of sass. She has no back up in Alexi, she has her own wit, sass and venom to take care of things, and it seems to be absent when faced with me.

Alexi likes people to take care of their own shit and not rely on him for this kind of immature crap. She won’t last ten minutes in his world.

She blinks at me and lifts her chin without the presence of confidence to back it up and just makes a face that says ‘‘whatever’’. Completely at a loss with a response.

‘’I’m sorry. Did you think you were special and he doesn’t fuck all of us? Clearly delusional. Alexi doesn’t have favourites, he has toys and flavours of the week. His redhead is in the dog house for being a naughty girl, and this is his attempt at disciplining her to behave. Have fun Dahlings, I have a club to run, so cheerio.’’ I push past them without a glance, although I do trail a hand across his collar and over his chest as I go in a rather sensual way. To make it clear to her that I have done more than touch the great Alexi.

He doesn’t do a thing.

I leave her standing to gawp after me and wiggle my arse with every ounce of attitude I have, my clipboard underarm with tonight’s details and things I need to keep an eye on and just strut myself to the bar and order myself a straight vodka on ice.

What I said is true, but it doesn’t make it bite me any less. I hate that he can hurt me with another woman, and I hate that I exposed it to him in a bid to stamp that cow down, but she’s standing like a scorned child, so I guess it was worth it. Knocking her grandeur down a little is a great thing. Gives me a little mood boost for ten minutes anyway.

I have another enemy tonight and a whole new war. If that bitch thinks she’s moving in on my path and my place in Alexi’s world she’s about to meet a redhead with a serious possessive side. He’s a fucking bastard, but like it or not, there’s a part of me that knows he’s my fucking bastard and this is my fucking turf!

I won’t be getting pushed aside for a knock-off Versace and a hoe with a fake arse demeanour.

‘‘London, I told you to give Santagato a wide berth.’’ Alexi snarls it at me quietly as he comes up behind me at the bar and I just sink in deflation and ignore him hovering right at my back as best I can. He’s been on my arse for everything tonight while swanning around with his new skirt and some other girls from the floor like a horny teenager. If he’s making a show of not favouring me, then it’s effective. Killing what’s left of my self-respect and any inklings my heart might have had to keep on beating for him.