Page 30 of Savage Little War

We might never make it back home.

We touch down and spill off both jets onto the quiet private side of the airfield.

Between my men, Sean’s, and Andrei’s, we have around fifteen guys with us. More would’ve been better, but more would’ve been loud.

The quieter we move, the better our odds.

Besides, we can only fit so many people on two private jets.

“Here are the cars,” Luca says, pointing to a line of seven various vehicles heading toward the airfield. “The drivers will stagger us. Drop us in different spots throughout Amalfi instead of taking us straight to the safe house.”

“Why? Isn’t scattering us a bad idea?” Andrei asks as he slings his duffle onto one shoulder.

Luca shakes his head. “Not right now. Moving in a large group will draw unwanted attention. We’ll regroup together at the safe house where we’re out of sight.”

“It’s for the best,” I state as I cross my arms, my eyes moving over everyone as we gather in a large circle. “Keep your heads down. Don’t take any crazy detours. Go exactly where you need to without delay.”

“If you get in trouble, either take out whoever spotted you or run,” Sean adds. “Splitting up does make us more vulnerable, but it won’t be for long.”

“Cara and I will ride with you. We’ll be in the first car,” I tell Luca. “We need to get moving.”

Luca nods in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

Sean walks over to Cara and places his hand on her shoulder. For once, she doesn’t tense up when he touches her. “Keep your eyes open. And, please, Cara, run if there’s trouble, yeah? You’ve got too much at stake to gamble your life.”

Cara’s face softens as she nods. “I won’t do anything too reckless.”

I can’t help but lift an eyebrow a little. I expected her to fight him on that.

“See you all at the safe house,” Luca calls out to the others when the cars park in a line nearby.

Once Cara draws away from her father and moves to my side, I guide her to the backseat of the first car with a hand on her back. “Sit in the middle between me and Luca.”

Luca and I get in on either side of her and shut the doors before the driver pulls away from the line to leave the airfield behind.

“I know splitting up is risky, but it’s for the best,” Luca speaks up, breaking the lingering silence. “Besides, Amalfi isn’t that big. None of us will be too far from the other to help out if something happens. We just need to not draw attention to ourselves.”

“It’s a good idea,” I assure him, having no qualms with it. Our main priorities right now are keeping a low profile and figuring out where Ferro is staying.

“We should’ve worn matching t-shirts and thrown on some hats. We would’ve looked more like tourists,” Cara comments as she peers out of the window, taking in the breathtaking architecture and colorful buildings.

I’d probably enjoy it more if our reasons for being here were different.

Luca chuckles. “That’s probably a good tip. Blend in with the tourists. There are a lot of them now.”

The driver speaks to Luca in Italian, and they go back and forth for a minute before Luca turns to us.

“He’ll drop us off in the tourist area. From there, I’ll lead you to the safe house. The other groups have drivers who know the way as well,” Luca tells us.

For the rest of the drive, I keep my eyes on the front windshield, watching the town come into view. Sun-bleached buildings cling to the cliffs above the gulf.

Cara’s fingers clamp around my arm as the road tightens into hairpin turns.

“It’s beautiful,” she says as the road takes us close to the cliffside overlooking the shimmering sea.

“Shame a place this beautiful belongs to a monster,” Luca mutters.

“We’ll take care of that problem,” I assure him.