Vito’s smirk widened as he leaned against the marble wall, crossing his arms. “Celia, do I look like Marco to you?” he teased, his voice amused.
“I don’t lie, scheme, or plot behind the people I care about. That’s his game, not mine.”
I narrowed my eyes, frustration bubbling over. “Then stop acting like him. Just tell me the truth.”
He laughed, the sound rich and disarming. “The truth? You’re acting like a jealous wife, and we’re not even married.”
Heat rose to my cheeks, but I refused to back down. “I’m serious, Vito. I heard you mention my name and a plan. What are you hiding?”
His grin softened, a flicker of sincerity breaking through his teasing demeanor. “Relax, Celia. It was just my sister. She worries too much about me, that’s all.”
I crossed my arms, not letting him off so easily. “Your sister? Then why did you say my name? And what plan were you talking about?”
Vito straightened, his teasing demeanor slipping into something more serious. “You’ve got sharp ears,” he said, stepping closer. His tone dropped, low and steady.
“But you need to trust me. Everything I do is for us. For the bigger picture.”