Eres Mía

~ 27 ~

Lorenzo POV

It had been two days. Two days since I talked to her and she was nowhere to be seen. No one could find her and I'd been trying to get a hold of Dante but I couldn't find him either.

None of my underworld contacts knew him. Lucía was gone and I had no leads as to where she was. I was trying to be strong for her and her family but I was scared too. Who had her?

When am I going to find her again?

"Lorenzo?! Are you even listening to me?" Don shouted.

"Lo siento Don." I said, but I couldn't help it when my thoughts wandered to her again.

Her confidence, her personality, everything about her that I didn't even know yet.

It intrigued me so much.

When the meeting was over, I went up to my makeshift room; my phone was lying on my bed so I grabbed it and walked out the house.

Lucía never told me where Dante and her met but I knew it was in New York somewhere.

Maybe he's in Italy now. He wasn't in the house when the bomb destroyed it.

I got into a car and sped out of the mansion's gates. I debated in my head whether to listen to music or not but decided against it to keep my head clear.

Just as I was about to give into my Spotify account, my phone buzzed twice in the passenger seat.

Unknown: Trattoria Monti. 20 minutes.
Be there.

Still wary, I put the location into my GPS and began driving to it.

Let's hope this isn't a trap, right?
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After parking the car, I walked into the restaurant. It was small and quaint and the divine smell of Italian cuisine filled my senses.

Sitting in the corner of the restaurant was a man, average height and dressed in black. His hood remained up and sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

As if he sensed I was here, the hand he had resting on the table beckoned me towards him.

"Sit." He said, not looking up from the pen he had spinning around his fingers.

I sat across from him and he looked up at me. He removed his hood and took of the sunglasses.

"Dios mio, could you be more cryptic Dante?" I asked him, scoffing at his need for mystery.

He laughed and shook his head at me.

"You're just like her. Speaking of, I wanna help you. I found her."

"How? We've been searching for 48 hours and we still haven't found her, so how the hell did you find her?"

"You underestimate me Enzo. She's my best friend and she's smart. She had a burner phone on her when she got kidnapped but they never found it. I put a tracker in it 'cause she said, and I quote: 'If anything was to happen to me, I want you to always be able to find me.' You gonna help me get her back?"

I nodded without hesitation.

"Good. You brought your car?"

"Yeah, we going somewhere?" I asked.

"Mama Cortez's house. We have a kidnapping to plan."
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I looked at Dante. He looked at me. Don looked at him. He looked at Don. He looked at the people. The people looked at him.