Chapter 157. La Rosa Nera

When Calla turned, their faces were suddenly very close. Close enough for her to see the light stubble along his jaw, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin, close enough that his eyes dropped to her lips for a brief moment before lifting again.

His hands were still wrapped around hers. Neither of them moved.

Rico's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, startling Calla. She gasped and suddenly pulled away, clearing her throat, trying to hide the warmth rising to her cheeks. Rico cussed inwardly, wishing to have the head of the person who was calling on a platter. How dare they interrupt the beautiful moment he was having with Calla?

He sighed, telling Calla to hold on while he answered the call. He stepped to the side and pulled out the phone. It was Sandro.

"This better be something good, or else..." he said through gritted