Chapter 95
I wake up sote it’s crazy, after sleeping more than twelve hours and curse myself for not getting up
and starting my day hours earlier, like I nned. It totally screws up all my good intentions for today as
it’s blooming noon already. My hair appointment is at one so that gives me enough time to shower,
dress and go out and get that done first before I even get a look in at anything else. My shopping trip
and beauty treatments are all this afternoon, so I have that still to look forward to anyway. It’s just all my
ns concerning details of the club that will have to wait.
I obviously needed it. I do feel so much better, and falling asleep before eleven p.m. must have given
my immune system a long overdue break as I don’t even feel anywhere near as ill as I have done these
past days. It’s probably due to my healthier surroundings too, the sanitary conditions and some real
foodst night.
I rarely had that when I was working in the diner, barely slept each night, and barely had a decent
routine or great meal. I was always on edge, always aware of my surroundings and how unsafe I felt,
always worrying about tomorrow. I got four- or five-hours slumber, maximum, on a good night and even
then, it was broken by bad dreams and constant paranoia that I was not alone.
It’s a strange feeling to wake up here, feeling utterly still and calm, as though deep down I know I am
completely safe and protected by the barrage of men in this fortress. Ironic, being whose apartment, I
am in, but there’s a feeling of peace inside of me which I know will probably wear off.
It’s just a reaction froming out of the shitty situation I was in and getting some respite, knowing I
am fed, sheltered and with an ieing my way. A relief to my stress levels and soon sense will
take the novelty away.
I am sure a day of addressing my appearance will sort that right out. Put Cami back on the map and
feel more like my old self once more. I cannot wait to turn this in Jane in the mirror back into a feisty
redhead, and the thought of something that costs more than five bucks to wear after my spree is giving
me tingles. I have always been addicted to expensive clothes and I am almost itching to just go straight
for the kill. It’s even more satisfying when it’s not my money and hurts Alexi’s pocket in the process. A
small revenge for what he took from me, even if he never intended for my life to go that way. He did
however cure me of my little heart problem … letting someone in, weakening it. It’s now back to a
stone-cold solid mass of ck death and I can thank him for reminding me why it should have stayed
that way.
Don’t ever trust anyone when ites to your own well-being and needs. No one in the world will ever
look out for you and have your interests as their sole focus other than you. People just disappoint and
hurt you. Love is for the stupid.
I jump out of bed, bypassing breakfast because I have no time right now, and aim to get ready as
quickly as I can to get out there and find my girl.
* * *
Wandering downstairs in the only type of clothes I have right now, jeans and a jumper over trainers, I
head into the bar to find out where my driver is. Surprised to see it’s bustling with people and activity,
including Mico and Alexi and a little group of ck-suited men being given orders. He’s assembling
new security and shaking up rotas and requirements for the club.
So much for not helping run the ce, huh!
I forgot he said he would be back after twelve. I guess it’s a good thing as he can tell me which man is
expected to chauffer me around at hismand. Half his goons never seem to know what’s going on
in the daily running and I would rather get it from the horse’s mouth himself, so he has nothing to sulk
aboutter. My n is to keep him sweet and cause no abrasive moods between us for anything. That
way he has no reason to start being the prick he can be.
Nothing is going to ruin my mood today, not even him.
‘Good morning,’ I chirp brightly, interrupting the little flock of them standing by the bar. I can see Mico
has a clipboard in hand; his checklist of doing whatever and Alexi is on his phone, as usual, texting
away his life. They two are like bookends sometimes, noses down and eyes focused on tasks with that
same little curved centre of one brow on the left.
Weird.
They all stop and look my way, most of them just gaze and turn back to what they are doing in
disinterest at my familiar face but Mico smiles brightly, throws a happy wink as if to say, ‘d to see
you’ and Alexi puts his phone down and slides through between two men to walk directly to me.
‘Afternoon.’ He corrects me with that suave air of know it all cockhead.
Hmm, so maybe he’s right, but I don’t like the condescending tone.
‘I guess you haven’t left the building yet?’ He continues when I just raise a brow at him and give him a
withering look, curbing a response. I know full well he will have every single man in this building trained
to report every detail to him on the inner workings here, and he knows this is the first time I have
ventured out of the apartment. Not to mention his little apartment cameras that I have not forgotten
about up there.
Lexi-cam!
I will make sure I never walk around naked in there ever again.
‘Clearly.’ It’s a sassy smile and a flick of my damp hair that I have just left loose seeing as I am on my
way to get it chopped and dyed. I won’t rise to his bait.
‘Here, I never gave you this.’ He reaches into his inner jacket of that expensive dark te suit he is
wearing today and pulls out a smooth oblong on a key chain. It looks like a matt ck pebble and holds
it out to me on his finger, dangling while swinging sinisterly.
‘What is it?’ I just blink at it and don’t move to take it until I know what I am epting. It looks suspect.
‘The ess to the front door and side entrance, we changed out the cards and keypads for these
swipe keys to be more secure. Each one is tagged to the user so we know who ising and going,
and we can disable any of them singrly and remotely if one is stolen … Gino’s idea. This is yours; I
had it set upst night so you could have it today.’
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Stops unwanted hostesses drunkenly breaking in, I guess.
He is in all business mode, even if I am getting a vibe of irritated mood. I don’t think it’s aimed at me
though. I think he’s generally having a stressful day and it’s not like him to wear his moods so openly.
Alexi is the Lord of unreadable on any given day, so something major is up with him. I wonder if it’s why
Mico is closed down and in efficient mode among his men and hasn’te to say a proper hello. The
inner running’s of ‘Carrernd’ must be getting to them today.
‘Fancy.’ I take it carefully, so as not to touch him, and y with it between my two hands at my waist,
turning it over to inspect it and smoothing my thumbs over the weirdly silky rubber surface, even though
I am more interested in what’s eating him. I can feel the strange waves of somethinging off him
that was not around himst night.
‘Don’t lose it. We don’t have many spares.’ He frowns, watching me for a second before clicking his
fingers and motioning his hand at someone across the room toe to him. That same annoyed edge
to his tone and I am certain that it’s not me at all. He watches him walk towards us and I study his
profile for a second, seeing the tight muscles in his jawline that scream ‘Stressed to the max’.
I actually feel a tiny hint of sympathy for him for a moment and wonder how much he does juggle all the
time as Commander and Chief to his family’s empire. He’s so young for that kind of weight, and I guess
it exins why he is the way he is sometimes. It can’t be fun being him all the time. Doing the things he
has to and the choices he has to make. I never thought what a burden that must be when your flesh
and blood are the ones relying on you .
The shadowy hulk of a man in a ck suit walks over and stands dutifully beside him. Looming like
Lurch the butler and I smile sweetly as a way of saying hello and try to paste on my friendly face. Need
to make friends with my new entourage for an easy life.
I give him the once-over as he genuinely smiles back kindly, and immediately see the family
resemnce. A huge man,rger than most Carrero men I have to say, but definitely rted. Dark hair,
the palest green eyes, like Mico only duller, and that great bone structure and handsome quality their
family have nailed. He has toe from the same gene pool as Alexi, except this one has a kind face
and an instantly warm manner that is more in resemnce to Gino than his twin.
‘This is Jackson; he’s your driver and security. Wherever you go, he goes—Day or night.’ Alexi
commands in boss mode and that hint of the old him is peeking through, even beyond his weird mood.
No nonsense—this is how it’s going to be and I get no choice, but I wouldn’t be me if I just agreed. I’m
not really trying to rile him; I’m just voicing a dislike in his manner towards me. Making it clear for the
get-go this isn’t eptable this time—inner peeking of irritation that he’s already throwing demands
around and it’s been less than twenty-four hours back in his domain.
‘I don’t need a shadow, I’m not you. I also do not happen to want one either,’ I point out starchily.
‘No, but you’re now my partner so you will do as you’re told and like it.’ That edge to his voice I am no
stranger to. He’s still in there, bossy, domineering and controlling arsehole. The man I would still love to
throat punch with a pickaxe.
I guess it’s a goodbye to the docile act already; I presume it was only until he suckered me in and got
me to hand over my soul once more. Problem being, I am not going to y this likest time.
‘Driver, fine … security, not a chance. He can wait in the car for me like a good little minion. No offence
big guy.’ I nod a smile his way as I cross my arms across my chest stubbornly and that glimmer of
annoyance in Alexi’s eye tells me he isn’t as agreeable as yesterday. His cranky mood is obviously
overpowering the fact he needs to y nice where I am concerned.
‘Non-negotiable!’ Alexi shes that fierce at me, clenched teeth, that low tone of ‘do not push me on
this’ and I lift that stubborn little face of mine in instant response—fire meeting fire because this time
around he isn’t pushing me about. I am not his ything or his submissive little bitch anymore.
‘I have a wax appointment; should he hold up my legs when I get my bikini line done then? Hold my
arse cheeks apart?’ I smile sweetly, malice and venom in those softly uttered words of faux innocence.
Alexi clenches his jaw tighter, that frown furrowing and his eyes darken about fifty shades of grey in a
blink.
He didn’t really think of that, did he?
‘Why are you being difficult?’ It’s an usation born of frustration, veiled anger and a lot of hostility
brewing. I guess he thought I would be so thankful to be back I would be a submissive ‘yes sir’ and all
would be forgotten. Just because I was in a pitiful situation doesn’t mean I have forgotten a single thing
about how I got there.
He’s got another thinging if he thinks I am going to be an easy ride when ites to his control
freak traits.
‘Why are you being a bossy arsehole and already trying toy down thew?’ I snap back impulsively,
standing taller in the face of a fight. Jackson looks at the floor and starts shifting on his feet
ufortably, making it obvious he’s nervous or just wishing he was anywhere but here, but I don’t
care.
The silent stand-off and res we throw one another, atmosphere sizzling once more as our silent war
reigns supreme. Fire and static igniting in the furious expressions, growing harsher by the second, are
interrupted by the driver clearing his throat and Alexi seems to remember where he is.
He drops that venomous cold look that was forming fast and seems to instantly return to a statue-like
nothing, turning to Jackson instead.
‘Take no shit from her! Don’t let her lose you and wait in the salon, but not in the waxing room. If she
gives you any attitude, throw her in the trunk with my blessing. Gag her if needs be!’ He smirks as he
says it, that sadistic tone of his that used to put the fear of God in me, but it only amuses me now. Alexi
is pissed at me already and I can see this is going to be a great day.
Smiling wickedly at him as I am enveloped in smugness and not caring if I am poking the beast. He
can’t do a damn thing and he knows it. I have the ability to walk away this time and I can push to my
heart’s content in that case. Maybe ying nice shouldn’t be the goal. I can fuck him off as much as I
like and he will just have to learn to live with it.
‘Yes, boss.’ Jackson gives me a wary look and I can already tell he is going to be a pussycat to
manoeuvre. He doesn’t exude that Alexi ferociousness, despite his size, and is giving me the vibe, he
is a tad slow in the smarts department. Men like him are easy to handle andpletely my forte. He
won’t be hard to sway to what I want with a little tender affection, soft smiles and baby talk when I have
bidding to be done. He’s one for wrapping around my little finger and more the type of man I can
manipte with my eyes closed.
See, she’s not dead after all. Cami is still in here waiting to find her crown once more.
Alexi has boundaries, and as much as he hates it, I know he is weirdly anal about sticking to certain
ones. I have all the power this time because he needs me here more than I need to be here. We both
know that.
It finally dawned on me in the shower earlier, while washing my hair that I am the one who gets to call
the shots in this new arrangement; that’s why he was being so amicable and agreeing to my terms …
which simmered all that I loathe about him. He knows this ce is dying a death and rather than let a
million dribble down the drain, he just has to suck it up and let me run it. I am the best thing for it and
like it or not, he agrees.