Lost and Found

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Alessandra's POV

The Cocaine Race. 2,600 miles. 100 kilos. 3 families. 2 nights. Only cars. And something I was ready for.

We start the cocaine race tomorrow morning, where we met the other mafia families in Cádiz to load up our cars with the cocaine and get our directions to Naples.

Dom and I were packing our bags for the race. I was going through everything, making sure we had everything we needed. All the guns, the explosives, our clothes, and shoes. I could tell Dom was looking at me, watching all I was doing.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye start to walk over towards me. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, rocking slowly back and forth. He was happy. And it made me happy.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Dom whispered? I turned around so that I could face him, his arms still around my waist. I laid my head on his chest.

"Im just nervous for this. What happens if something goes wrong and we lose the baby? Or we lose each other? Or what if it all goes right, and ur father wants you to take over the business and the mafia?" He sighed knowing that all of those were possibilities.

"I can't tell you that won't happen, but I can tell you that no matter what, it will be avoided at all costs." He lifted my head up with his hands on either side of my face. "I love you." He kissed the top of my head. "And nothing will ever change that. I promise." I smiled at him and kissed him. "Now let's finish this up, we gotta leave early tomorrow morning." I nodded and finished getting packed. Tomorrow was nerving, but nothing that we all couldn't do together. We were ready. We were nervous, but we were ready. Come hell or high water, we were getting this done.