Vito’s POV
I could see clearly as Isabella clutched something behind her back, her fingers tense around what was obviously a small package. The sight would have been amusing if I hadn't been so curious about what my supposedly innocent wife was trying to hide from me.
"Leave us," I commanded my lieutenant, not taking my eyes off Isabella's flushed face. "And close the door."
Tony nodded and retreated, the soft click of the door echoing in the suddenly intimate space. I maneuvered my wheelchair closer, noting how Isabella instinctively stepped backward.
"What are you holding?" I asked, my voice deceptively casual as I rolled forward another inch.
"Nothing," she said too quickly, pressing whatever it was harder against her back. "Just... a friend gave me a gift."
"How thoughtful," I mu
