The call ended, and Vito returned to the room, that same predatory smile tugging at his lips.
Something about the conversation gnawed at me. I made my way over to him, heels clicking sharply on the marble.
“Who were you talking to?” I asked, my voice was more confident than I expected.
Vito looked at me with a smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes as he slipped his phone into his pocket. “What’s this? Jealous already?” he teased, his tone light, almost mocking.
I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes. “I’m serious. I heard you talking about me. And something about a plan.”
He chuckled, low and rich, but the sound only made my nerves tighten. “Relax, Celia. It was just my sister. She worries too much, that’s all.”
I frowned, unconvinced. “Your sister? Then why did I hear you mention my name? And what plan were you talking about?”
His expression shifted, amusement turning into something sharper, though his smirk never wavered. “You’ve got good ears,” he said, stepping closer.
I didn’t back down. “Stop deflecting, Vito. If I’m going to be part of this, I need to know what’s really going on, Vito.”
“You know I trust you so please don’t make me doubt,” I added.