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Antonio followed with an amused look, but instead of coming near me, he went to the back of the car. “Actually, there is a better spot. It is Mia’s favorite place, but at this hour, it is not very good.”
The city lights were making the sight amazing. Why would a better spot be not very good at this hour? Nights were always better. So, I asked, “Why?”
Antonio closed the trunk and circled the car to meet me in the hood. “It is rather noisy. This part is more deserted.”
I hopped up on the hood. “Then it is good we came here. We are surrounded by people every other time we are together anyway.”
“Exactly,” Antonio nodded and sat next to me, putting a basket between us.
“Is this my surprise?” I asked with a teasing tone.
He nodded and opened the basket. First, he took out a bottle of wine, and I clapped, and then he took out a few travel cups filled with fruit, and I clapped even harder. “You got strawberries. I love strawberries.”
“Yeah, I know,” he murmured, opening the wine.
My brows came together as I reached for the strawberry. “How can you know?”
Before pulling the cork, he gave me a side glance. “You stole one of Clara’s strawberries at the barbecue today.”
Damn, I did, but I was so sure no one caught me. “You saw that?” I asked, getting as red as the strawberry I was eating. It was easy to make me blush, but it was usually a cute pink color that I enjoyed. Right now, I was red with shame. Stealing a toddler’s food was not very mature, and at that moment, I was worried if it made Antonio uncomfortable. He was eight years older than me, after all.
He didn’t look disturbed, though. Not more disturbed than his usual state, at least. “It is okay. It gave me some insight on your likes.”
I smiled despite my nerves. This was a good date, though. If he really gave me a tour, we wouldn’t have much time to talk, and if we went to a restaurant, I wouldn’t get the chance to see the city. This spot was good, the fruits were good, and when Antonio offered me my glass of wine, I was sure the wine was good too.
I clinked my glass with his and took a sip. His mouth twitched before he followed.
Man, the wine was good too. I couldn’t keep it in me. “For a guy who is called Heartless, you are really good at this. I mean, this is romantic. I would know I am a romance expert.”
His brows flew. “Romance expert.”
I looked away. “I watch a lot of romance movies and read books.” I had no real experience, but I could still be a romance expert. Fiction was always better than reality. At least, I thought it was until I kissed Antonio Mazzoni.
“Well, my knowledge is coming from an inexperienced place as well. I am not the one for romance.”
So basically, he was only romantic for me? He could have just said it like that. Still, I felt too joyful. “How did you manage this then?”
He took another sip from his wine. His face was so cold, so emotionless. Maybe it made some people uncomfortable, but I only felt his handsomeness. He was like a Greek statue. I wouldn’t care if I had to learn to read his eyes to understand his emotions.
“I am good at listening to people and remembering things,” he explained. He took another sip. “I also have a little sister.”
I giggled. I guess most girls had that romance-obsessed phase in their life. Mine was a little longer, and because of this, even Michele knew a lot about romance. At least the kind of romance we saw in the movies and books. I wouldn’t shut up about it when I was younger.
Gabriele knew more than Michele, though, since we were really close. From what I gathered, Antonio was close with his sister as well. “You are close with Mia, right?”
“I am,” he confirmed. “What I feel for her is very close to love, I believe.”
“Close to love?” Gabriele would say he loved me. I couldn’t understand the meaning of this weird answer.
Antonio cleared his throat and his back straightened. “My emotions are not like everybody else’s. I don’t have many emotions, and the ones I have are not very intense. Love is a very strong emotion that I am not able to feel. My life is built around logic, yet my family does evoke some emotions in me, and the closest thing I can think about is love. I want them close, and I want them safe, and I would do everything to keep it that way.”
I looked at him, stunned. I didn’t know how that could be possible. Actually, I had one guess. “So, are you a sociopath?” I cringed after asking because it sounded offensive.
Antonio didn’t take any offense, though. He simply nodded. “That is what most people call me, yes, but I haven’t talked to a professional. Being logical is an asset in the mafia.”
I nodded. It must be. I tried to keep a calm face, but I could feel my heart break. He was not in love with me. He might never fall in love with me. At this point, any smart girl would let this go because he was not able to give me what I wanted.
Unfortunately, I was not a smart girl. I was a stubborn, obsessive girl. I believed he could love me. I believed I could be the exception. That was not going to push me back. I could still have him somehow.
