“Are we getting any closer?”Cara called from the back seat of the black Mercedes. It was made from the finest Italian leather but for some strange reason, she just couldn't bring herself to relax. “We've been on the road for hours.”.
“And I apologize for that ma'am.” The driver called out curtly. “We had to take this route due to the construction being done on the other one. We would be stuck in traffic by now if we had used that one.”
“Fine.” Cara sighed, before settling into her seat. She was feeling uneasy. A small smile made its way to her lips as a thought popped up in her mind. Her mother had said feelings like these were necessary and to be expected because she was in love and married to a mafia don. The anxiety she felt was probably her being worried about him.
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