There would be many words to describe Roman Cecilio, but one would be: malicious. Don of the Italian Mafia with no remorse, but what happens when he meets a woman and her daughter?
Jasmine Torres shelters her daughter from any and all harm, hiding...
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Roman finally rolls off of me still breathing heavily as I sit up, not giving him a glance as I walk to the bathroom. I tried not to make a fool of myself as my legs feels so weak and my pussy hurts.
He fit so perfectly against me that I almost couldn't believe what just happened. I will admit that it was strange to make myself so vulnerable again but I loved that he let me be in control. It makes it very hard to just walk away from him instead of laying in bed with him but from experience that's what normally happens. He'll probably fall asleep or go take a shower in his room. I should be used to it by now but for some reason with him, it hurts my chest.
"What are you doing, mama?" Roman asks, coming into the bathroom as if I'm not sitting on the toilet peeing.
"What are you doing? I literally peeing right now." I say, looking at him weirdly.
"I just ate your pussy, I don't care about seeing you pee." He rolls his eyes before standing in front me, pushing some of my hair back as he kisses my forehead repeatedly.
I close my eyes to relish in the moment before I finish, washing my hands before turning on the shower and grabbing my towel, expecting him to leave but he doesn't.
Instead he gets a towel for himself before following me into the shower, pushing his front against my back as his hands rubs my stomach while he leaves soft kisses to my neck.
"What are you doing Roman?" I ask, not moving away even though I should.
"Aftercare and being clingy." He mumbles the last part to himself, tightening his hold on me. "Are you sore?" He asks, rubbing my stomach in a pattern.
"A little." I mumble.
"Then I didn't do my job correctly." He says as I feel him smile against my neck and I couldn't help show a smile of my own.
"Okay, a lot." I correct myself, feeling him chuckle. ——————————————————————— I pull the bullet proof vest over my head and buckle in before tucking my handgun into its holder on my hip.
I hate doing this, knowing that there's a chance I may not come back to my daughter. That chance is small but there's still a chance.
"Hey, cheer up. This is almost over." Austin says as he places his gun on his hip.
"Yeah, I guess." I mumble before I hear the room go silent. The room is kind of like a locker room for guns. It's where people get their stuff and get ready before going on a mission.
I move my head so I could see pass a row of guns and see Roman looking around the room. I roll my eyes, this man really has separation anxiety.
I bang on a rack to get his attention and when I get it, he smiles before walking towards me.
"Hey, mama." He smiles, kissing my lips gently before sitting on one of the benches as I tuck my knives.
"Don." Austin nods in a greeting, making Roman do the same.
