Roman: A Zambrano Family Novel (Miami Mafia Series Book 1)

by Olivia Deici

I felt my cheeks heat.

  “My son, ever the teaser.” He stood and looked at me. “I appreciate you telling me about your past, Izabella. I won't apologize for protecting my family, but I'm sorry if, in my efforts, I unintentionally caused you to have unpleasant emotions and stress.”

  From a man like him, it was the closest thing I'd ever get to a true apology. I was surprised he even said this much to me.

  I nodded. “I appreciate that, Alejandro. Here, let me walk you out.”

  He nodded but walked towards the bed. I sensed he wanted to tell Roman something in private, so I left the room.

  Chapter 40

  Roman

  Zayn Malik, Pillowtalk

  “She's a tough one but I like that, and I like her. I was wrong about her. She’s exactly what you need to keep your ass and ego in line. She reminds me of your mother.”

  I was taken aback. My father was a hard man to impress.

  My smile and laugh were quickly replaced by sobriety. “Remember, Pop. Tell Marco to shut the hell up. I'll get the charges dropped. Watch Tony.” He nodded. “Diego is going to need residential treatment.” I paused. “It will work out, Pop. We’ll get everything taken care of. Focus on your health. I got this.”

  He cupped the back of my neck. “I love you, hijo.”

  He walked out of the room, and I heard Izzy say goodbye and close her door. She suddenly stood at the threshold.

  “Come here, baby. I want you by my side.”

  She smiled at me and it made my heart skip a beat. “You just want me next to you for bad reasons.”

  I grinned. “Baby, I don't consider any of them bad reasons.”

  Her laugh eased my soul. I held my hand out. “Come. My strict doc won't let me get out of bed.”

  Her laughter flooded the room as she moved closer. Izzy settled next to me.

  “I'm sorry, baby.”

  “For what?” Her voice was whisper soft.

  I brought my hand to her face and my thumb smoothed her cheek. I looked deeply into her gorgeous green eyes. “For what you went through. Tell me who it was. I'll find him.”

  “And what, Roman?”

  My eyes locked on hers. “I'll kill him.”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Do you know where he is?”

  “No. I haven't spoken to my family in fifteen years. I have no idea if he even associates with them anymore.”

  “I can ask Marcelo if Valenti is still around.”

  She sighed and looked down. “I don't want them to know where I am, Roman.”

  My hands spanned both cheeks. “Look at me.”

  The vehemence in my voice made her eyes round.

  “They won't ever hurt you again, Izzy. Never.” My nostrils flared. My jaw was clenched but I managed to get the words through my teeth. “If anyone ever tries to hurt you, I will kill them. I will make that son of a bitch pay.”

  Spontaneously, she moved forward and kissed me.

  Fuck me, it had been too long since I'd tasted her lips. I felt like I was finally getting to drink water after having been in the desert for what seemed like forever.

  My fingers wove through her hair and I brought her closer. Her tongue touched mine and I growled.

  “I want you. I want to eat your pussy, Izzy. I want to taste you on my tongue. I want to lick your nectar and have your scent surround me.”

  Her eyes were captured by mine.

  “I don't want you to strain yourself.”

  “Then sit on my face, baby.”

  She moaned and rested her head on my shoulder, her breath heavy. I'd always wanted her to sit on my face but she'd always been shy.

  I fucking wanted her that way now. And I wasn't taking “no” for an answer.

  “I want you to ride my tongue.”

  The breath wooshed out of her as she brought her head up and met my gaze. Her eyes were clouded and hooded. The passion and desire I saw on her face, in her eyes, made my lungs stop expanding.

  “I want to suck your cock.”

  “Fuck, baby… I'm so hard for you.”

  I fucking was, too. For the last month of hell without her it had been me and Pamela- not the woman, the hand. I'd fucking rubbed it out multiple times a night, and it didn't come close to one night with her.

  She was in my blood, in my heart, and in my soul.

  Our lips crashed. We were a wild mix of teeth, tongues, and lips. I sucked her bottom lip until she groaned. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back.

  She was panting.

  “Sit on my face. Give me that pussy.”

  I fucking wanted to eat her out like a buffet spread before me.

  I began snapping her clothes off. If they ripped, too damn bad. I wanted her, and I wanted her now.

  I finally had her stripped and I grabbed her hips and sat her on my chest.

  “Roman.”

  I heard the uncertainty in her voice. Grinning up at her, my hands spanned her waist, and I picked her up.

  “Roman, you shouldn't strain yourself!”

  “Baby, I hardly call this straining. Besides, when your dick is as hard as mine, it gives you superhuman abilities.”

  Slowly, I lowered her down onto my tongue.

  “Uhhh.”

  She leaned forward and grabbed the headboard.

  It was fucking hot to have her sit on my face. My arms were beneath her thighs and curved up over top of them to lock her to me.

  My tongue skimmed over her heat and then I dove in. I felt her clench and it drove me mad. My tongue moved in and out of her sweetness, and Izzy began to move.

  “Fuck, Roman.”

  Shit, her voice was making my dick like steel.

  “Ride my tongue, baby.”

  She groaned and began to move faster. She was grinding on top of my mouth.

  “Fuck!” Her voice was hoarse.

  She was riding me.

  “Roman!”

  Grinding on me.

  “I want your cock…in my mouth.”

  She was panting and I loved it. Who was I to deny her?

  I unwrapped my arms from her thighs, picked her up again and reversed her position.

  “Sixty-nine, baby.”

  She moaned. It was animalistic in its tone, with a note of helplessness, like she was a slave to this invisible force between us that demanded our bodies satisfy the other’s until we were both unable to move.

  I felt her tongue licking from the base of my cock to the head, and I growled.

  “Fuck, baby.”

  Her tongue rimmed the head of my dick, and then her mouth swallowed me.

  “Uhhh, Izzy. You feel amazing, baby.”

  She sucked me so fucking tight and then opened her mouth to lick. I was so far gone, I was nearing shooting a load into her mouth.

  I stuck my tongue out and entered her heat. Fuck, she tasted and smelled amazing. Bringing my hand up, I inserted a finger. I felt her mouth come off my dick.

  “Roman.”

  The need in her voice propelled me to insert another finger. I began massaging her sweet spot while I sucked her clit.

  “Roman!!”

  I felt her clenching.

  “Fucking come on my face, Izzy.”

  I shouted out as I felt her double down on my cock. She licked and played with my balls. Then I felt her mouth swallow my whole length.

  I felt the back of her throat.

  And then she made me see stars when she sucked me so tightly, I stopped breathing.

  “Fuck! I'm going to come, Izzy.”

  She didn't move, but instead sucked harder.

  Fuck, man. She was so goddamn hot.

  I massaged her twice more before she clenched and released. I felt her muscles tighten around my fingers as she moaned and continued to grind on me face. I closed my eyes, as the damn burst and I shot my come at the back of her throat.

  Ecstasy.

  Once the spasms calmed, she reversed herself and looked down on me.

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nbsp; God she was gorgeous. Her cheeks had a beautiful blush to them and her eyes were glazed.

  “You're fucking beautiful, Izzy.”

  She smiled at me before leaning down. She hesitated a minute as if she didn't think I'd want to kiss her.

  I palmed the back of her neck and smashed her lips against mine. I guided her hips onto my cock and thrust within her.

  She broke our kiss and threw her head back.

  “Uuuhhh.”

  Her cry was music to my ears. My fingers dug into her hips as I held her in place, and drove upwards, deeper, to the hilt.

  She was so fucking slick, so fucking tight.

  “Oh my God.”

  Her head was still thrown back. I could still see her face and I could see the ecstasy on it. I groaned.

  “You're so tight, baby.”

  It was heaven being inside her. She squeezed my whole length. It was better than anything I'd ever felt. It was like a velvet fist of pleasure squeezing me.

  Fuck me, I was gone. I was in a zone where only she could take me.

  Looking at her, she was right there with me.

  I have a hard time describing in words the eruption that happens between us. It's animalistic and primal.

  She fires me on all cylinders- brains, body, chemistry, and soul.

  A beast, unknown to me before her, howled inside me and bellowed to claim his female mate.

  Izzy makes me want to beat my chest and roar. She strips the humanity from me so that all that is left is a male of its species wanting to mark her as his, and slay other beasts that would harm her.

  To plant his seed in her womb and have her bear the fruit of their joining.

  See what I mean? I don't normally speak like this.

  But she turns me into a ravenous, possessive, primitive, sexual beast.

  She began riding me hard. I noted the changes she'd undergone since we’d first made love. Before, she used to move with uncertain hips, and now she ground on me with powerful strides and swipes of those lovely curves.

  “Fuck!!!! That's it, baby. Harder!”

  I grabbed her hips and began slamming her faster on me.

  “I'm going to come!”

  “Fuck, Izzy! COME!”

  I pumped into her savagely. She threw her head back again, and kept moaning until she was crying out.

  “Roman! Fuck me! Harder!”

  I slammed up into her three more times before she yelled.

  “I'm coming!”

  I growled in response as I thrusted twice more and found my release. I brought her down and bit and sucked her neck during our craze. I felt her pussy clench, and she cried out again in a second orgasm.

  Minutes passed before we were able to move. Her face was buried in my chest as I felt her breathing ease. I was dragging my fingertips over her spine.

  “That was incredible.”

  I kissed the top of her head.

  “It was. I missed you like crazy, Izzy.”

  She picked her head up and looked at me.

  “Don't leave me again, bella.”

  She exhaled and I felt her breath tickle my chin.

  “I didn't think you'd want to be with me if you knew who I was. I figured it was best to end things and not find out.” She looked away. “If you would've rejected me, you would've torn my heart out, Roman.”

  Her eyes found mine again. “I didn't want to put you in a weird position. I was scared about that and about him finding me. I was a bag of tumultuous emotions. I'm sorry.”

  I took her face between my hands. Her smooth skin was perfect against my rough palms.

  “I love you. Nothing will change that, Izzy. Not your past, not your family, not anything.” I laughed and shook my head.

  “What?”

  My eyes focused on hers.

  “I never thought I'd ever fall in love.”

  “Never met anyone you wanted to be with?”

  I nodded my head. “Never. And I just didn't think I had it in me. One woman? For the rest of my life? To the exclusion of others?”

  My cheeks inflated as I blew the air out of my mouth.

  “My mom told me one day I'd meet the perfect woman for me, and I remember telling her I had- her.”

  Izzy laughed.

  “But you, Izzy? I need you, baby, like I've never needed anything or anyone before. I need to see your face in the morning like I need the sun. I need your beautiful soul with me. The light that you've shined in my life, it's addicting. I can't go back. Now that I know what my life is like with you in it, I can never live without you.”

  I kissed her gently on the lips before saying softly, “How fitting that your middle name is Luciana.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you've brought light to my life. You are the light of my life, Izzy.”

  Her eyes rounded and I saw tears shinning in them. They made her eyes more beautiful than gleaming emeralds.

  I stopped breathing.

  “I love you, Roman.”

  “I love you, baby. With every cell in my body, with every beat of this undeserving heart, and with every spark in my soul. You're my everything, Izzy.”

  Tears spilled down her cheeks and she moved forward to kiss me.

  Fever? What fever?

  Izzy cured my everything.

  We spent the next day in bed making up for lost time.

  Chapter 41

  Izzy

  I essentially skipped my way from the parking lot to Cari’s office. It was like everything had righted itself once again in my world. I was quite literally walking on air. I now truly understood what that phrase meant.

  Four blissful weeks of Roman back in my life.

  How the hell did I think it was a good idea to break up with him?

  I shook my head. I should've trusted him. He didn't push me away, but on the contrary, he now held me tighter. He’d heightened security around me.

  Nothing was coming from the notes I'd given to Detective Martinez, not that I expected there would be. Part of me wanted to believe it was just a scare tactic to make me sell and move since the families wanted my building so badly. The part I didn't want to listen to, however, felt that something was off.

  That I'd been found.

  I had Roman, and there were no words that adequately communicated how safe he made me feel, how loved.

  Cherished.

  I didn't know if Marcelo knew I was here. It was my father expanding down here that shook up the families and began the property buy-outs. That, and the Russians wanting to buy more property. That’s all Roman would divulge to me.

  Marcelo was the brother I had been closest to. We were Irish twins, ten and a half months apart with him being older. We’d literally done everything together. I had loved him more than anyone back then. He'd always looked out for me, protected me.

  After my mother died, my strict father tightened the reins. He hadn't been a bad father. I'd had good memories of him.

  But I also had bad memories.

  He wanted to force me to marry for his own benefit. My marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement.

  How do you do that? How do you use your daughter to further your own agenda, especially when that daughter was naïve and innocent, and had dreams? He would've never tried that if mom had been alive. She’d loved her children. She was a mom’s mom, the best I could have ever asked for.

  I wiped a tear off my cheek and knocked. Cari opened immediately. She held up a finger with the phone balanced between her shoulder and ear. The cap of a pen was in her mouth and she was writing something on a pad.

  “Yea. Ok. So you'll get him in the trial? Wonderful. Alright. Thanks.”

  She hung up and smiled at me.

  “You don't have to knock, Iza.”

  I returned her smile. “I knew you'd be on a phone call.”

  She waved my comment off. “You're my sister.”

  I hugged her. I loved this woman.

  “Thank you for taking on Roman’s dad. I kn
ow you're not seeing any new patients right now.”

  She grimaced, as if she was sorry she couldn't. “I wish I could clone myself. I can't tell you how I hate turning them away.”

  “Yea. Roman’s mom called the office instead of your cell. She panicked when she was told there weren't any openings for new patients. She mentioned my name and it was like a secret password. Then she must have called you when Roman’s dad gave her your cell number that I had given to him.”

  Cari laughed and sat at the edge of her desk. “I'm glad he came to see me.” She gave me a once over. “He seems to have taken a liking to you.”

  I shook my head with wide eyes. “I'm surprised.”

  “Why the hell not? You're a catch, Izabella Laurenti, Emmm. Deeee.”

  We both laughed. It was a running joke between us stemming from a night out at a bar when a guy was hitting on me. She stressed the MD to him, because she said he looked like a douche and I could do better.

  “He's warmed up to me some, I guess. When I first met him, I put him in his place.”

  She laughed, nodding. “So he told me. But he's a scary one. That man has ice running through his veins.”

  I smirked. “But for family, he has a soft spot.”

  She sat up straighter as if pushed from behind. “Oh. My. God. I almost forgot to tell you.”

  I looked at her with a half smile. “What happened now?”

  She was always getting in to trouble, this one. Not illegal trouble, but Cari was no wallflower.

  “My dry spell has ended and in the most spectacular way!”

  I slammed my palm against my forehead. “Jesus, Cari. Who?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Hello. I'm not a slut, but from my behavior, you’d think it.”

  “Freaking tell me already.”

  I sat in a chair in front of her.

  “Fucking. Hot. Shit. Iza. I could come by just looking at him.”

  “Okayyy.”

  “Tall, more muscles than a bodybuilder, and,” she spread her index fingers indicating length, “huge.”

  “Land the plane, Cari. Stop circling the airport.”

  She laughed. “So I went to a bar. It had been a hard freaking day. I didn't call you- I knew you'd be with Roman.”

  “Come on, Cari. I'm here for you. No matter what.”

  She looked away and nodded. “Yea. But you two had only just reconciled. Well, that day, I found out that treatment was failing one of my favorite patients.”