The Carrero Contract: Selling Your Soul | Chapter 1

I turn in the uncomfortable, hard bed, pull the sheets over the itchy hospital gown, and try not to wince with every pain that runs through my body. Even with the number of d**** they have pumped into me, it’s no picnic having broken ribs and a body that looks like it lost a fight with a train. I’m in agony and can barely breathe without the aching, burning, shuddering waves of a good old-fashioned beating.

Tyler and his men are animals, and I hate to think where I would be if Sophie had left me to them; what was inevitably my last night on Earth if they had their way. The girl didn’t owe me a damn thing, but she saved my bacon, and now I will be eternally grateful to her even if we never see one another again.

I’m woozy, waking with the throbbing of pain after a fitful few hours of dozing in and out of sleep. I feel like I have been here days already, even though I know the reality is it’s only been half a day.

Sophie is probably long gone with her boyfriend, and