Alessandro didn't say anything. He dipped his fork into the steak, slicing a piece before lifting it and placing it against Celia's lips.
"Open up," he ordered, his voice calm as he waited.
Celia hesitated for a brief second, but he had no power to oppose him.
Slowly, he parted his lips and took the meat from the fork, chewing in silence.
Alessandro gave a small nod, as if satisfied, without offering any explanation.
Then he turned his attention to his brother. "I didn't quite catch what you said earlier, Lorenzo."
A smile spread across Lorenzo's face. He reached for a glass of water and drank it all in one go before loosening his tie slightly.
"Alessandro… you know damn well what I'm talking about," he said, his tone carrying a hint of irritation.
"The casino is getting out of control and—"
"Whose fault is that?" Alessandro cut in.
Lorenzo let out a quiet breath, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair.
