Chapter 110


    ‘Don’t you agree, London?’ Alexi’s voice breaks into my thoughts as I slide in beside him in on my


    return from the bathroom; A small space between him and Alessandra, who is facially glued to Gino as


    they have themselves a passionate make-out session. Her arse bumps into me as I squeeze against


    Alexi a little more, sliding my arm in his, so I can lean closer and nestle in against him with my temple


    on his shoulder. I’m starting to wane with booze consumption and sore feet from way too much dance


    floor shenanigans. I’m getting tired as the night moves into the early hours. It has to be after 2 a.m. for


    sure.


    ‘Agree with what?’ I flutter myshes up at him adoringly from my position and he automatically


    smooths a hair from across my face as he gazes back down at me. A slight gentle touch that causes a


    million tingles to erupt from my skin and insides, insides somersaulting and letting loose my cage of


    butterflies, and I try to push it aside. He’s been this way all night and I should put it down to copious


    amounts of vodka loosening him up. He’s been drinking them like water.


    I know I’m being overly touchy too as alcohol takes away inhibitions, and I am trying to police myself.


    It’s hard to remember how much I hate him when he has made meugh all night, kept me cared for,


    plied me with endless drinks and given me an abnormally huge amount of time and attention even


    though we are surrounded by his kinfolk.


    Maybe he does like me after all.


    Maybe a mafia king can change a little bit?


    ‘The club is starting to shape up. That bringing you back was the best thing for it.’ He smiles softly,


    those eyes of his are darker and hazy tonight and I almost melt into them so effortlessly when


    apanied by dimples.


    Stop it, Cami! Shake yourself and sober up.


    ‘Hmmmmmmm.’ I smilezily, not really wanting to get into the details or a frame of mind to unearth the


    ‘why’ to my leaving the club. I am in too good a mood to go back to being pissed at him for that.


    ‘You don’t agree?’ Mico slides in with a grin, across from us on another seat, and I catch his eyes


    scanning our cosy position with an odd twinkle. He’s drunk too and casually leaning back with an arm


    around Mandy, who looks asleep to be honest. Her face tucked into his chest and her hair is fanned


    over it. She was downing shots like they were going out of fashion earlier, so maybe she has passed


    out and he’s taking care of her. Seeing them like this solidifies how cute they are together. They sort of


    fit somehow, and it only highlights that I care about him in apletely tonic way, as I feel so much


    warmth seeing them curled up cosily.


    ‘I’ll agree when I wipe all traces of Hoe-anne out of my décor and the running of things. Can we not talk


    about the club please, for one night?’ I answer a touch harshly and Alexi moves beside me. He slides


    his arm out of mine and instead drapes it around my shoulder loosely and pulls me in for a squeeze. I


    have to adjust my bum nearer to be able to sit up rather than be pulled over.


    ‘My girl’s sensitive.’ He grins at Mico and earns himself an elbow jab from me. I’m getting irate with the


    direction of this now; it’s an area I wanted to forget for one night.


    ‘Is she? Might be nice to meet her sometime. Is she here?’ I look up haughtily as I sit more stiffly and


    upright, deadpan expression andplete seriousness to my tone. Alexi frowns down at me, wounded


    expression, and Mico bursts outughing.


    ‘That’s you told.’ Mico interjects with augh that gets a foot swipe from Alexi at his legs.


    ‘She wouldn’t be her if she didn’t have a sassyeback and hints of Alexi hate … I think it’s


    mellowing though!’ Alexies back to gaze at me and I just shake my head at him with a sigh.


    ‘I think it’s ingrained for an eternity,’ I reply with a shrug and weirdly Alexi just smiles at me softly.


    ‘We’ll see.’


    The answer is soft and for my ears only and has the effect of a tidal wave of goosebumps and heart


    flutters which I push aside. I just raise a brow sarcastically as though brushing it off and focus on


    drinking my ‘sex on the beach’ without a real answer. Alexi is being overly nice, so I am going to just


    ignore it.


    To everyone else we must look like we are together, properly, although theck of make-out sessions


    and groping some of his family are doing around us should be a huge neon sign. Alexi isn’t shy about


    grinding up on his current date and here we are acting like first daters from a Christian school. It’s very


    na?ve and innocent on the surface.


    Although I may have visualised screwing him relentlessly more than once tonight when he didn’t catch


    me eye raping him from head to toe. It sucks knowing what that is like—what he feels like and how


    good sex with us was when he wasn’t being aplete psychotic bastard.


    I am going to have to give ‘BOB’ the work out of all sex sessionster at the hotel. Thank fuck I packed


    him in my bag in the off chance I may get an urge or two from being tipsy around a sexy Carrero or ten.


    I’m not going to lie and say I would never like to do it again … he works, we worked. It’s just not worth


    the fall out and the damage he inflicts on me emotionally.


    I swear alcohol has a lot to answer for, but at least it’s not making me miserable and emotional tonight.


    Somehow with him being this way, I feel more stable and chirpier than I maybe should. I should


    probably be more on guard, more self-aware and keeping an active distance.


    It seems he is the one being sensible instead.


    He’s kept his hands in ces that aren’t a huge deal to me, hips, hands, shoulder or small of my back.


    In fact, I get the feeling he is making a conscious effort to not touch me anywhere inappropriate that


    might make me ufortable, although I am trying not to dissect it. He’s not made any attempt to hold


    me captive when I wanted to dance or stray away with one of the women, even when I went to the bar


    with Mico. He seems rxed, carefree and very drunk.


    Very non-controlling psycho.


    He seems far removed from the Alexi Carrero I met a year ago. The two are worlds apart tonight, and I


    am truly starting to warm and rx in hispany. I can admit, just not to him, I am having a good time


    with him watching over me.


    His cousins and such are a weing group of people, dance like mad and party like pros. I have


    been swept into the fold and my legs are aching with being dragged up over and over again by the


    women around me until most of them are now chilling by their men or passed out like Mandy. I haven’t


    laughed as much in years, if ever, because they all have a quick and wicked sense of humour, and their


    constant stories and family tales are hrious. I feel like they are genuinely nice people and it makes


    his connection in all this even stranger. Two sides to thatplex man.


    It’s a weird feeling to be part of the crowd and included. Alessandra specifically keeps pulling me with


    her and twice has dragged me to thedies’ room to touch up our makeup and gossip about the


    random hopeless outfits we have witnessed. Money does not always buy taste, and we have pointed


    out someplete garish dresses on odd women. I like the girl. We have this whole drunk


    camaraderie going on and she is easy to be around. Although she is now arse bumping me


    horrendously as her and Gino get very turned on and handsy, and I think it’s pretty close to some booth


    sex the way they are going at it—clearly hot for one another. I just wish I wasn’t stuck between her and


    Alexi, but his brother hasn’t strayed far from him all night.


    Gino and Alexi when in the same crowd naturally draw to one another, and I have noticed Alexi is


    always on the right side no matter what. When they walk, sit or chat. They rarely separate, even when


    Mico gets in the fold, and they huddle in that way to chat. Gino and Alexi are always a pair no matter


    what groups they all split off into. Not as in glued side by side but as in always just together. A sign the


    bond is really still there, two halves of one cell. It’s something I have watched for hours now and


    completely intrigued.


    They drink the same drinks, they sit the same, they look andugh the same, and they even get drunk


    in the same way. It’s spooky as hell.


    ‘Dance with me!’ Alexi nudges my leg with his to bring my attention back to him and holds a hand out


    with that cute boy soft smile of his. He looks unimposing and just endearing. I ept willingly, seeing


    as I have danced with him off and on all night, he’s actually pretty good at it. I have no more regrets


    abouting. I have seen a whole new side to him that’s more human and less bastard for once.


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    I wonder if it willst beyond tonight.


    Competent mover, confident with it, and I’m aware of all the nces and smiles surrounding women


    give him when he gets up with me to guide me to the clearing on the floor amid the movers and


    shakers. He always attracts a lot of female appreciation and it’s not just because he is a good-looking


    man. He’s tall, stands like a dominant, oozes alpha male and walks with an aura of self-confidence that


    practically has them throwing their knickers at him.


    I don’t me them. I had the same physical response to him when I firstid eyes on him too. He is


    something anyway, even if his dark soul and cruel mind are a part of that. Not that tonight supports it.


    The human version he’s being has me feeling all out of whack around him and it’s wholly disconcerting.


    It’s easy to forget how much I dislike him when he’s been on the charm offensive all night; Smiles,


    smooth mood, weirdly nice andpletely not Alexi.


    He takes my hand in his, warm skin,cing his fingers through mine snugly in a hold more befitting


    Mico and Mandy than us and leads the way to the floor. I can’t help the little warm flutters his touch still


    gives me, but I push it down and try to ignore it. Along with the breathless light-headed feeling I am


    getting with too many cocktails.


    I’m drunk, much more prone to fragile emotional outbursts, pointless thoughts and silly reactions, so I


    am trying to keep my mind on chirpy and fun and not ponder anything beyond that. Even hand holding.


    I need to ignore my inner SHE, heated and squirming sensually as it takes a tight grip on myher


    regions. I can go back to hating him when we get home, but right now I’m enjoying the person he’s


    pretending to be and trying not to mentally meltdown over it.


    If he was like this from day one then maybe I would have liked him a whole lot more. Well I fell for him,


    but I never actually liked him, which is stupid I know. I don’t even understand it myself. I guess there


    were always parts that called to my deepest parts in the depth of his levels—his protective side, his


    possessive never share me with anyone side. Maybe even sometimes that pushy, controlling bastard


    who made me feel like I mattered in some way, even when he was verbally telling me I didn’t. He gave


    me something that my soul craved—a ce to call home, self-worth in his empire and safety; the


    possibility of love. Even if at the same time he was destroying me in other ways … and finally taking it


    all away.


    Also, I can never forget the man who held me close and made love to me after Santagato’s man tried


    to take me. Whoever he was that night—that is the Alexi I fell hard for, and I am seeing glimpses of him


    again in his behaviour tonight. I’m aware it’s probably why I am feeling so woozy and strange.


    He is so much like Gino in his mood and personality like this and I can see they are more alike than I


    used to think. This side of him is reserved for family I guess and his once every two years night off. I


    assume this is why he doesn’t get raging drunk very often. Softens all his hard edges and he loses that


    sinister cloak of evil.


    The music changes when we get to the floor, from the intense house beat that has everyone bouncing


    around to a much slower smooth jam that is pushing couples to start swaying towards one another, and


    I back up to get back off the floor; Apprehensive with the slow smoother tune that is made to make-out


    too. Alexi doesn’t though, he slides his arm around my waist snugly and pulls me in against him, so we


    end up torso to torso and I only have his shoulders to nt my hands on. It’s either that or I’ll look like a


    weird iling idiot. Breathless and shocked with the sudden manoeuvre when faced with his body


    pressed to mine.


    ‘What are you doing?’ I yell in his ear over the loud music, not sure where in the no touching rules I


    would put this little move. His groin is most definitely pressed into my pelvis and my boobs are only


    getting breathing space because my arms are between us, bent to keep my palms on his shoulders.


    He’s all around me very evasively and I start to feel suffocated with a very low and foreboding sense of


    panic.


    ‘Dancing,’ he answers back, leaning in so his mouth is against my ear, breathing down onto my neck


    and naked corbone and igniting millions of internal eruptions. Like tiny fireworks in my stomach. He


    sways with me as he gets a little cosier in how he’s holding me. One arm around my waist, keeping me


    pinned to him solidly and the other slides up to tten between my shoulder des, so my face is


    against his cheek as he leans down. Completely wrapped up in his hold and unable to move or escape


    it. Not a part of me is saved from touching him, even his feet are separated so one is between mine


    and my knees are on either side of his leg. It just feels a whole lot of dangerous and going too far,


    compared to sitting on hisp. This is a step over the line.


    ‘Alexi …’ I try to put some space between us, feeling instantly ufortable with how intimate this is. I


    agreed to dance not cuddle up to a love song, and I don’t trust my body to just be okay to dance and


    then go sit down like this is nothing. I can literally feel every single part of him against me and my nerve


    endings are sparking with the sensation—Breathless, more light-headed and so out of my depth as my


    lady parts stir warmly and little shes of twisting heat move up inside of me so my vajayjay throbs and


    tingles. I know that sexual craving well, and he ignites it effortlessly. Stomach tightening with it.


    It’s the first time since I left him that I feelpletely under his control, and even my heart is struggling


    to stay afloat of the swirling emotions and longings wrapping me up in desire.


    I hate him, but he’s still someone who can turn me to mush, he’s still gorgeous and strong and sexually


    appealing … Even if he is a wanker.


    I try to push against his chest to get free, but he only pulls me back and wraps me more snugly within


    his body and arms and I have to fight myself not to give in, close my eyes and enjoy how good this


    feels. It’s not good, on any level. It’s Alexi moving in for the kill, fucking with my mind and luring me


    down the path of impending destruction. My brain is screaming at me to reverse, turn and run like a bat


    out of hell, every part of me stiffening up in response to my nerves and fear jumping to high voltage.


    ‘Rx … Being other people tonight, remember?’ He scoops one of my hands in his, by releasing the


    one between my shoulder des, and holds it like we are going to waltz, tilting me back so suddenly


    that I yelp, startled. He pulls me back up fast and does a cute littlembada move against me, grinding


    pelvis to pelvis a ‘dirty dancing’ with a weird face pout that’s so wrong on him. Despite myself, and


    the instant selfbustion with his crotch hitting me in a very good ce that almost buckles my


    knees, I start giggling at him. Ridiculous has never been his forte and the sudden injection of humour


    kills all my crazy rambling thoughts and quietens my doubts.


    He pulls another crazy face, equally silly, and shimmies against me like Patrick Swayze, only badly. No


    coordination on purpose. The face makes me break. He just looks so serious, yet not. Completely


    hrious and I burst into a proper light-heartedugh. Alexi smiles too, all dimples, white teeth and


    smooth eyebrows and a soft deep chuckle escapes him, I feel it rumble through his strong chest.


    Rxing, he loosens his overly tight embrace on me and I let my free hand slide around his shoulders


    as he dances me around in aical tango. Definitely not serious in any way, pulling squeals of


    laughter from me as we bump into nearby couples, who re our way as though we are troublesome,


    bothersome kids. He spins me under his arm before trying a risky lift, picking me up and tipping me so


    far back my boobs almost leave my dress.