Page 7 of Escaping the King (The Sovrano Crime Family #13)

Giselle

“D ada!” Dani cried for the umpteenth time. Maybe more like the hundredth time.

If she grew up having trust issues, I would definitely be to blame for that. When I'd put her in the car last night, she'd looked around for her dada. After asking me, “Where Dada?” I told her we would see him in a little while.

At which point she started to wail.

Loudly.

She'd passed out from sheer exhaustion a few times. But never for very long.

This little girl was definitely a dada's girl.

“Honey, we will find your dada soon, okay?” I tried my best to comfort her.

Needless to say, it didn't work. Not one bit.

If she ever trusted me again, I'd be surprised.

We'd been driving for almost four hours without one stop.

I wasn't sleepy at all.

My ears ached from Dani's screaming. But not as much as my heart hurt.

I wondered if Carlo was still sleeping. Or if he'd woken up shortly after we left.

I purposely ditched my phone. So, I'd never know.

Finding the tracker on my car wasn't too much of a shock. I'd removed it and smashed it into a billion pieces.

I figured if Carlo had my car tracked, he might also have my phone tracked as well. I wasn't overly techy—but I knew enough to get by.

And to hopefully not get caught.

I'd have to ditch my car soon. Something I wasn't looking forward to doing. And I'd have to hide it well.

“One step at a time,” I muttered to myself. In the past, that always helped. Thinking about tasks in chunks. One at a time.

One foot in front of the other.

It was hard not to think too far in advance. But if you did that, you risked getting ahead of yourself—and missing things.

Getting sloppy.

And the last thing I could afford right now was being sloppy.

I turned the radio on and hoped it would give Dani's mind something to concentrate on—other than her dada. A love song came on the radio, and I suddenly got a lump in my throat. I quickly turned it to a country station and stared ahead into the dark road ahead.