EMILY'S POV
I watched Vito from the backseat of the car, and noticed he kept looking at his side mirror. I started to grow worried.
"Vito is everything alright?"
"Yes, Senora. Everything is perfectly fine." He nodded. For the rest of our ride back home, he kept his eyes on the road.
As soon was we wheeled in through the gates, his phone which laid on the front passenger's seat beeped, and his eyes fell on the screen quickly. Immediately, he muttered some incoherent words that sounded like a curse.
I wanted to ask if everything was okay for a second time, but refrained. Clearly, something wasn't right.
He parked the car and quickly alighted to get the door for me. I said my thanks and made my way in, reminding myself there was something I needed to discuss with the family, excludi
