Chapter Eighteen

Romano’s POV

My phone is vibrating in my pocket for the third time within minutes. I’ve put off answering, I planned to spend the whole day with Luna before we both go back home tomorrow, that means no interruptions. The thought of leaving her has a fire raging inside of me, I don’t know when I became so obsessive but I want nothing more than to throw her over my shoulder and force her to come to New York with me.

We just finished our mains and my cock is still hard from watching those juicy lips of hers every time she took a bite of her lamb. Fuck everything about her turns me on.

My phone vibrates against my chest once more. Something must be wrong, I told Santos I wanted no interruptions. Usually if someone can’t get hold of me, they’ll ring Santos and he deals with whoever it is until I get back.

I take my phone from my inside pocket. Four missed calls and two messages from Santos.

‘Roman, answer the phone. It’s important’

‘You need to ring me, it’s about Luna’

What the fuck was h