I stared at him. The old Celia would have walked away. But she was gone.
“Revenge, Celia. Revenge…” Vito said.
“I’m in,” I said, the words tasting like poison—and power.
Vito’s smile was sharp, predatory. “Good. Let’s make him pay.”
I leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest. “How?” I whispered, my voice barely a breath.
Vito’s gaze locked onto mine, dark and calculating. “In ways Marco never saw coming. He won’t even know what hit him.”
A chill ran down my spine, and I felt my pulse quicken. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, the stakes rising higher.
Vito’s expression softened for just a moment, and then his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Marry me, Celia.”
The words struck me like a thunderclap, and my breath caught in my throat. I stared at him, stunned, unsure if I had heard him right.
Vito leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering. “Marry me, and we’ll burn Marco’s world to the ground together.”
The room fell silent, the air thick with tension. My heart raced as I struggled to comprehend what he was asking.