Page 38 of Escaping the King
The thought of having a piece of Carlo to hold on to—forever—well, that was a whole other story.
I'd wondered if the baby would have my features or his sculpted ones.
Would it be a boy?Like he and Marcello had specifically ordered?
What would we name him?
Maybe some kind of old family name.
Like.
Marcello.
I smiled to myself as my womb contracted harder, reminding me again that there was no life growing inside of me.
Maybe it was the hormones.
Maybe it was the fact I'd lived the life I'd wanted—for a short time.
Surrounded by people whom I loved.And who loved me right back.
But part of me—a large part of me—grieved the loss of an addition to a family that I'd never have.
Not anymore.
“Momma?Car ride?”Dani asked, slightly less patiently.
I put the car into drive and off we went.
Further and further away from a life I'd wanted.
A life I'd loved.
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Carlo
“It was spotted where?”I barked into the phone.One of my informants had access he shouldn't have.To databases and information, he really shouldn't have.
But it showed that Giselle's car had gone through a toll bridge in Chicago at eleven-fifteen last night.
Christ.
She must've run out of here within minutes of me pulling out of her pussy.
“Fuck,” I muttered and paced from Giselle's kitchen to her living room.
My informant gave me a few more pieces of information before saying, “Does she have any of your credit cards?Have you checked for activity?”
A sinking feeling weighed over me.I hadn't considered that.“I'll get on that.”I cleared my throat.“If anything else flashes on your radar, let me know.”I ended the call and had to quell the desire to chuck my phone through the front window.
I needed my phone.Getting a new one right now would waste valuable time.
Instead, I scrolled through my phone and found Asher.I clicked on him, and it rang right away.
Like the dutiful soldier he was, he picked up after one ring.“Any news?”he asked, skipping any niceties.Which I more than appreciated.Especially right now.
“Yeah, her car was seen going through a toll here in the city at eleven-fifteen last night.”I tried to swallow, but for some reason my throat wouldn't work.
