The man who tried hitting on you for the past 30 minutes looked up at your boyfriend. Risottos tall frame standing over him. He looked down at the man with a straight face, but you could tell he was annoyed, very annoyed.

“Is this guy bothering you?”

He asked, crossing his arms as his red eyes looked over at Prosciutto and Illuso. He gave them a look, and they both nodded, glaring at the man. You knew what was going to happen next to the man.