Lost and Found

XXXIII

Domenico's POV

We made it to Cádiz in just over an hour and a half. The pick up was 3 minutes out of town in a large house just on the outskirts. Ryan was still driving, but plans were made to allow Aless to drive, then Bailey. It was a 36 hour drive that we needed to make in 20 if not less, and I didn't know how this was suppose to work, but I didn't express that out loud.

We loaded our whole shipment, and headed straight for Naples. Crossing the border was going to be the hardest—it always was.

The girls were in the front seats blasting a Nirvana song that I haven't heard in a very long time, and singing a long. Off-key and very loudly, but still happy as can be. I hope she doesn't have a concussion from the accident.

As we came to our next fill up, I could tell that Aless was getting tired and Bailey needed to take over. I quietly tapped Bailey on her right shoulder, she looked back at me and I pointed towards Aless with my eyebrows raised, telling her to notice what she looks like. She took notice and nodded her head.

Aless and Bailey hopped out of the car, Ryan jumping out behind Aless, while I stayed in the car and started looking for some Advil or Tylenol or something. When I found what I was looking for, it was time for everyone to climb back in. Aless climbed to the back seat, and sat sideways when her feet towards the window and her head on my lap, while Ryan and Bailey got front, and Bailey teared out of the station on the road again.

I started rubbing Aless's head, looking down at her and smiling with a happy yet concerned look, worried about her head after the accident.

"Hey," I whispered at Aless, and she looked up. "I got some Advil for you." I said with a concerned smile. She took the two small liquid pills out of my hand, dropped them in her mouth and swallowed. I continued rubbing her head as we both drifted off to sleep to the hum of the exhaust and the soft voices of Ryan and Bailey as they talked about their baby.

Their baby. Baby. Baby? Baby! I looked down at Aless's stomach. I got a very nauseous feeling in my stomach as I thought about what the accident could have done to the baby.

"Do you think the baby is okay?" I asked very concerned to the couple in the front.

"Yes," Bailey replied, nodding her head. "She didn't fly out, we pulled her out. She said she pushed against the dash and pushed herself back when you guys got hit. The seatbelt shouldn't have hit her uterus hard enough to kill it. It should be fine still." She smiled at me in the rear view mirror. I smiled back, but still had a slightly nauseous feeling. I hope so. I can't lose you too.

21 hours and 12 minutes. Over an hour late. We backed the car into a large storage like building, and I climbed out, having everyone else stay in the car.

"Qui," I said to the gentleman in the suit approaching the car as I opened the trunk. "100 chilogrammi." He looked at the packages, and then at me and smirked.

"Sei troppo in ritardo." He smirked, turning around and walking away. "Lascia il pacco e lascia." He replied over his shoulder. I stared at him in astonishment and anger.

"Mi scusi?!" No fumed, "Che diavolo vuoi dire che siamo troppo tardi?" I yelled. He turned around and stood in his place.

"Sei la seconda macchina." I slammed the trunk shut as hard as I could, walked towards the driver's side and had my hand on the handle when I heard a guard yell.