Page 48 of Giovanni the Savage

“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” I compliment.

She moans, and her hand finds my jacket and clutches it, subtly pulling me closer.

A triumphant smirk forms on my lips, which she doesn’t see because her eyes are closed, and her head is tilted back. My head moves a little closer, and just as my lips are about to meet with hers, the shrill sound of my ringtone breaks the silence.

“Fuck!” I mutter and take my hand from her face.

Her eyes instantly snap open, and she steps away from me. It makes me want to hold her and keep her in place.

I take my phone from my pocket, grumbling curse words. I turn away from her because my raging hard dick is choosing this moment to showcase itself.

“Ivan,” I answer.

“Boss, we’ve got a problem.”

His panicked voice makes me more alert because Ivan never sounds panicked.

“What’s the problem?” I ask in a rushed tone, curling my fists.

“It’s about the warehouse, Boss. It’s been raided.”

“What?” I yell before turning to look at Luna. She’s staring at me intently, so I give her a small smile before turning my back to her.

“How the fuck did that happen, Ivan?” I ask angrily. “What about security?”

“Boss, I don’t know how it happened. The entire area is a mess. I think you need to see it yourself.”

I pinch the spot between my eyes and sigh.

“I’ll be there in ten,” I respond and drop the call.

I place my hands on my waist and try to wrap my head around how there could be a raid in a private warehouse. The location is very discreet, and only a few of my men know about it. Unless it was an inside job.

“Hey.”

Luna’s voice pulls me back from my thoughts, and her light tap on my shoulder makes me turn to her.

She’s standing right in front of me, looking at me worriedly.

“Is everything okay?” she asks.

I nod and move closer to her; she doesn’t try to move back.

“It will be,” I assure her.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

If only she knew this problem was far from editing spreadsheets and setting up Zoom calls.

“Maybe you can stand in for me at my meeting today by noon,” I tell her.

“Me?” she asks, surprised.

I’ve never asked her to do this before, but I’m beginning to trust her more, and there’s no point in canceling a meeting when she can handle it.

“Yes, you.” I place a kiss on her cheek. “Just explain the PowerPoint document to them. It’s not an interactive meeting, so you should be fine.”

She smiles softly. “Okay.”

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