The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

Chapter 148

“Alexi!” I freak out, yanking at it to get it off my head, hating this feeling of trapped, muffled isolation and stop when his voice comes through my ear from the side loudly, almost like he is in here with me.

“Can you hear me clearly?”

I stop the manic panic and nod mutely. Not sure how the hell he can be inside my helmet, but it has the calming effect of being let loose. Not trapped in here with my own voice, but he can hear me.

“You can talk you know, the helmets have wireless speakers and mics, so we can still hear each other over the bike.” He taps the visor in my face as though motioning to inside the helmet and I giggle nervously, so much tension whooshing away as I do so. The sudden lack of panting makes the visor clear up again and I can see perfectly out of it. Just takes some getting used to.

“Right … weird.” I don’t know if it is because I’ve never been on a bike before, but I find it odd that helmets have wireless comms.

“You sound so close.” As though he is inside my brain and yet it’s oddly reassuring.

“I’m close, and in a minute, you will have to hold on to me and be even closer.” That smirk in his tone and I know he is grinning to himself at that little fact.

“Now I know why you chose a bike as transport,” I respond, rolling my eyes even though he can’t really see me through my foggy tinted visor.

“It’s the only way I can get you to cuddle up to me without argument.” He laughs a little as he says it and I just sigh, realising this is happening no matter what I say or do and allow him to guide me and help me climb onto that infernal machine.

He takes hold of me by the waist, reassuringly, and helps me up and over as gracefully as I can muster. I sit astride the bike, subtle hints of faint stirring and shitting myself while trying to not have an epic meltdown and make a complete idiot of myself in the process. I cling onto his arm when he lets me go, feeling completely unstable, and clench my teeth as he turns away and the bike wobbles a little. My insides somersault but I try not to react and sit stone still so as not to topple us over.

Alexi climbs on in front of me carefully, so he doesn’t catch me with his foot as he slides over, pulling the bike up with him to straighten it and I impulsively grab on around his waist from behind, clinging for dear life. Alexi doesn’t seem to notice the death hold I have on him and pulls on a set of leather gloves. He seems to have every faith in this machine and his ability anyway.

“Put your feet on those.” He bends, catching my foot and moving it to a little flat rest near the back of the bike at the rear wheel. It puts me in a better position, and I copy him, finding the one on the other side without his guidance, without letting go of the grip I have on him. My lungs and heart are fighting to keep functioning and I’m feeling dizzier by the second due to shallow breathing and lack of oxygen. Real fear growing inside of me and spreading coldly through my veins. I repeat a mantra under my breath ‘we won’t die, he won’t kill us’. It’s all I can do to stop myself freaking out as moving on this infernal thing looms in on us.

“Tell me you drive this a lot and have never ever had any sort of bike accident in all the years you have owned them.” I sound as scared as I feel, heart pounding and almost crushing him with the way I’m clinging on. My body is cold, and I’m jittery as hell.

“Not crashed ... much.” He chuckles, and I almost get back off again. The strangled noise that comes through my mic makes him laugh at me all the more.

“I’m kidding. Calm down, London. Never crashed, and I have been driving bikes since I was way too young to do so. My dad taught me as early as seven years old how to zoom around on a dirt bike. It’s like second nature. You can relax and enjoy the ride.”

Easy for him to say.

“Just tell me when it’s over and if I pass out, then don’t let me fall off.”

Alexi laughs again, a husky rumble, amused and I can tell he is enjoying my trauma. Arsehole’s getting a kick out of putting the fear of God into me. You can tame the beast a little by introducing him to love but that sadist in him will still find ways to get pleasure in his new-found personality transplant.

“You’ll be just fine. I’m going slow, just for you.” The tone says honesty, but my gut tells me he is lying. He doesn’t seem like the type to drive his thunder machine in any other way than super-speed.

Isn’t that why men buy these things?

I swallow my nerves as he starts the engine and revs it a little, and even through my helmet, I can hear the powerful roar as it vibrates through my thighs and I cling onto him even tighter. Arms wrapped around his waist until my arms ache with the effort and praying to some sort of god to get me through this. I hope I’m cutting off his blood supply and give him a fraction of the discomfort I’m feeling. He obviously wanted me scared and I’m sure this is a method to getting me all feeble and weak, so I cling to him pathetically.

I am literally putting my life in his hands and I wonder what the hell I’m doing.

turn and if you stick to my body, then it makes it a hell of a lot easier to keep my turns fluid. Don’t fight

voice, heart doing the rhumba through

sexy hint of amusement at my unease in that devil tone of his.

me.” He leans forward lifting one foot to whatever he

I can take, that lurch of movement and I close my eyes, screwing them shut tight and grip on so hard I’m sure I might crack his ribs. Alexi catches one of my wrists and pulls my arms up to his upper rib cage

for anything and my visor is pressed between his shoulder blades, anyway. I’m literally terrified and so close to him that if I

lurch of my stomach being thrown to the back of my rib cage as we speed up and the way we seem

sense of falling and going fast and I’m sweating inside my

hate this. I am never letting him do this

fact I have no choice but to be moulded to his body and wholly dependent on him for survival. I now see exactly why he put me on this damned machine. Alexi is a

a board and afraid to breathe, but my body adjusts to it. I get used to the sensation, although my stomach flips every time the bike roars and

and I close them again. It’s somehow worse seeing we’re going faster than it feels and I curse his lie that he would go slow. I should have known he

Prick!

Little Italy and as the bike slows down and his leans and tilts become more exaggerated, I can tell we are turning down alleys already. I lift my head to look and see I’m right. Narrow alleyways and tall dark buildings looming around us as he slowly manoeuvres his machine into a little maze of inner single-track roads, not meant for cars of any great width. They are barely footpath wide, and he turns us several corners one after the other. I sit up a little and loosen my hold, looking around at the worn and mucky stone buildings, the dimly lit windows,

the darkness coming over us, it feels like we are a million miles away from the club. The terrain and vibe are so different. This is more of

to steady us as we stop. Looking up at a set of stone stairs. Parking right at the bottom of them and kicks out the stand before leaning the bike to the side slightly. I automatically put my foot down onto the pavement to stop myself falling off and he turns to help slide and guide me off fully. Holding onto me until I’m standing on jelly legs, trembling and have to

compartment on the rear of the bike. He pulls out

the seat, perching it to balance and pulls off his helmet stashing it in the now empty space that didn’t

Alexi’s hands slide around my throat gently and he does it instead. Pulling off my helmet in

darkened doorway and I let him take the lead. Intrigued by our surroundings but also confused as we seem to be in a residential area rather than a business. Definitely not a

follow closely, a sense that this neighbourhood isn’t the safest area to be in and almost walk right into the back of

heads in, gesturing me to follow with a nod into the dark interior. He holds the door open with his elbow so I

I take in the stairs and entrance once again. Downtrodden, grimy and common, hardly the

can see other internal doors as though this is an apartment block of several small units and looking up shows a couple of floors in the space where the stairs go. Alexi heads right to the foot of them and I follow quietly. Intrigued by this run-down building and the lack of grandeur I’m used to seeing him surrounded by. It’s borderline inhabitable and the kind of place you

I try to stay close. Uncertain about our surroundings and trying not to step on

dull as hell because most of the bulbs are out. That flickering, buzzing kind of light that gives you a headache. The building feels deserted, and the lack of maintenance suggests not

came from money. This place is a bit rough isn’t it?” I point out when we climb the stairs quickly, passing more chipped and battered doors, and the concrete beneath our feet could do with a good sweep. It’s so dusty it's choking me and stirring up all

just didn’t want to be a trust fund baby and always rely on my father’s wealth in life.

was when he did that. Moved out to the city alone and stood on his own two feet. I blink up at his tall figure in front

maintained than the rest of the building. Signs of cleanliness around it too as though someone tends to this hallway here and the apartment behind it. The overhead light at the entry is bright and clean and

the heavy door inwards and reaches in with his carrier bag hand and

me stumped and I blink as the smell of chemical cleaners and air fresheners waft strongly in my face, out into the damp stairwell and draw me into a much

followed his father to the city and worked as one of his henchmen. I mean, I assumed after taking someone out, his father saw the promise in his son and mentored him to be his replacement. Took him under his wing and turned him into the cold leader that became infamous in this

Come on, you can question me inside when I get this place opened up. It’s been a while since I was here.” Alexi walks in ahead of me as the apartment lights flicker on, both overhead and underlighting, as the cosiest looking loft apartment

nothing like the club or his apartment I stayed in before.

objects and soft furnishings galore. There are rugs on the floor and some that overlap for a warm, inviting floor space that requires barefoot investigating, and an electric fire already burning bright in a hearth in the centre of the wall, with lamps that

place has been set up to be homely, filled with junk shop finds or cheap decor and reminds me of a secret reading nook in an old library, or a professor’s office in his home. It has an air of a hidden, magical place, a little nook secreted away in a dark,

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