His Love

Chapter 16- Driver

-Dominic-

2 hours.

Only 2 more hours until I'm on that fucking plane to see her.

"I'm going to miss you, caro mio." 

My mother squeezes both sides of my face, places a kiss on each.

"I'll be back soon, Mamma, I still have so much shit to do over here." I pull her hands away, kissing them.

"I raised you better than to have such a foul mouth, Dominic, and you make sure you bring this girl you keep telling us about!" she claps her hands together, excitedly.

"I'm so happy you've found someone, carino, after everything you've gone through, it's the least you deserve." 

Pulling my head down, she kisses the top before turning around.

"Alessandro, get your ass in here to say goodbye to your son, or Lord have mercy, you're on the couch tonight."

That woman is not a force to be reckoned with, we all learnt it the hard way.

Even at her older age now, she could easily kick any of our asses, despite how we are all twice her size.

My fathers steps approach, wearing an expensive suit as always.

He extends his arm towards me, shaking my hand and giving me a curt nod.

"Men." my mother sighs, taking a seat on the wooden chair behind her.

We were never very affectionate, I don't know if it's just a father-son thing, but I do know my mother gets very irritated.

"Make sure you're taking care of my business, I didn't give you my entire life's work for nothing, boy."

"Really, Alessandro, your boy is leaving for who knows how long, and thats what you say?" she stands up, walking back to me.

"You better get going, caro, I don't want you missing that flight, and take care of the girl, she sounds lovely."

Handing me my case, she pushes me towards the door.

"Don't forget about us!" she yells from the doorway, making me shake my head.

"Airport please, Gabriele." 

Gabriele has drove my family around for years, he's basically the best guy I know.

"Your mother has been talking about some lady friend. Eleanor?"

"Its Alaina. She's my girlfriend, you'll meet her soon." I keep my eyes on the road in front of us.

"If she's anything like that cagna you dated before, you have another thing coming, son."

"Gabe, your like 10 years older than me." I laugh.

"Yeah and I've drove your lazy ass around since you were 12." he raises his hand, slapping the back of my head.

"Cazzo." I mutter, rubbing my hand on the spot.

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After sitting on the plane, next to some snoring blonde woman for hours, I scramble through the crowd of people trying to escape the encased hell.

Stepping out the plane, I notice the car, but not my usual driver in the front.

What the fuck?

I tap a couple times on the window, a man emerging as it rolls down.

"Where's Antonio?" 

"Sick. I'll be driving you home, sir." He states, an unfamiliar accent laced through his voice.