Page 64 of Dark Mafia Heir

But Luca literally swerves the car to the corner of the road and steps on the brakes to laugh his heart out.

I sit awkwardly at the back, wondering whether or not to whack the back of his head with a bunch of folders I grabbed from the office.

When he raises his forehead from the wheel, I glare at him through the rearview. “Done?”

He leans back in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his smirk annoying as hell. “Done? No. I’m just getting started. This is my session now, and I say you should do something sweet for her.”

I keep my eyes on the road, because I might blow someone’s brains out, and it won’t be mine.

“Sweet?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Like what?”

He waves a hand like he’s reciting from a checklist. “Flowers. Chocolate. Something fucking romantic, I don’t know.”

I grunt.

Romance has never been my strong suit. If I wanted to impress someone, I’d handle it the way I handle everything else—directly, efficiently. But with Vivienne, nothing feels straightforward.

“Try again. I’m not the hearts and flowers type.”

“You’re telling me?”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He laughs, loud and obnoxious, again. “It means women like that stuff, Antonio. You might not be the type, but you have to go out of your way to do it. That’s what makes it special, the effort.”

I stare at him like he’s grown two heads overnight. When did Luca become the love master?

I don’t say anything, but with a roll of my eyes, I give him the go-ahead, and together, wego out of our way.

The car slows as we pass a flower shop, the kind with buckets of blooms spilling onto the sidewalk. My eyes land on a bouquet of red roses, their petals so vivid they almost glow under the streetlights.

I point at it. “The roses. What do you think?”

Luca grins. “Classic.”

He pulls over, and my gaze lands on something even more ridiculous as we step out.

A massive teddy bear sitting in the shop’s window. It’s at least four feet tall, fluffy, and wearing a red bow around its neck.

“Luca,” I call his attention to the bear. “That’s good, right?”

Luca leans out the window, takes one look, and bursts out laughing. He laughs loud enough to drag stares towards our direction.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Why not? Women like stuffed animals.”

“Yeah, but that thing is bigger than her!”

I ignore him and head into the shop, grabbing the roses and pointing to the bear. The cashier looks at me like I’ve lost my mind but rings it up without comment. By the time we get back to the car, Luca is doubled over, still laughing.

“You’re serious about this?” he shoots a glimpse at the bear, wiping at his eyes as I shove the bear into the backseat. Its head lolls forward, almost brushing the dashboard.

With a growl, I toss the roses on the passenger seat. “Shut the fuck up and drive.”

He snickers the whole ride back, but I block it out, focusing instead on how Vivienne might react. Romantic gestures might not be my thing, but if this stupid bear and a bunch of flowers make her smile, it’ll be worth it.

We get to the house and I brush past Luca, grabbing the huge bear and flowers up to her room.

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