Page 38 of Savage Little War

“I think they suspected. One of them realized that I hadn’t had my period in weeks,” Cara explains before lifting her eyes to mine. “When he said that, I think it made someone mad.”

Frowning, I ask, “What do you mean?”

“After he mentioned it, someone started kicking me. They were aiming for my stomach, so I knew it wasn’t an accident,” Cara tells me, her voice shaky, her eyes growing distant as she slips back into the memory.

“Why the fuck would someone do that? That’s sick,” I growl as anger floods my veins. How dare they try to take our baby from us?

Cara shakes her head. “They didn’t like the fact that I was pregnant. Maybe they were trying to hurt you by making me have a miscarriage.”

I grind my teeth together, quelling my rage as much as I can so that I can stay in the moment with her. She needs my comfort, not my fury. “Do you think that you can pick out his voice if we start capturing guards? I want the fucker to pay.”

Cara frowns. “That’s the thing…they didn’t speak. They never spoke.”

“They didn’t question you like the others?” I ask her as my brow furrows in confusion.

“No, they didn’t. They just beat on me until another one told them to stop,” Cara replies before falling silent.

“What? Do you remember something?” I question her as I scoot closer to her, making her look back up at me.

“I don’t know if this is even right or not, but…something about them felt different,” Cara explains, struggling to find the exact words to match her thoughts. “I don’t think they were a man.”

My eyebrows raise. “You think a woman was beating you?”

Cara nods. “The foot kicking me felt smaller than the others. I didn’t really think about it then, but now…I think it was a woman.”

“I wonder if Enrico had a partner,” I say, not knowing any of the women associated with Ferro and his group. “Did you ever hear any women in the farmhouse?”

Cara shrugs. “I heard girls laughing from time to time. Some of the guards had women brought out to the farmhouse so that they could have company. I doubt any of them even knew that I was down in the basement, though.”

I narrow my eyes in thought. “I’ll ask Luca if he knows of any women associated with Enrico or Paolo.”

I start to get up, but Cara grabs my arm and tugs me back down.

Cara moves onto my lap, straddling my legs as she wraps her arms around my neck. “Don’t go yet.”

My face softens as I caress her back, keeping her pressed against me as she clings to me. “I love you, and I already love our little one.”

Cara smiles and rests her forehead against mine. So much shit is going on right now, but we deserve to have this one moment of joy. “I love you too. They’ll be incredible, Dmitri. I just know he or she will be perfect.”

I lean up and capture her lips, sliding my hands up to the back of her shoulders as she pushes her fingers into my hair. The rest of the world fades away, and all that I focus on is the feeling of her lips against mine and her body against mine. That’s the only thing that matters right now.

Cara grips my hair and parts her lips, her tongue teasing mine.

I groan, my hands moving down to caress her thighs as they hug my waist. Heat flows through me, building as she moves on my lap.

One of her hands drifts down my chest, edging closer and closer toward my belt.

A knock sounds on the bedroom doors, making us break apart, breathless and annoyed.

“What?” I bite out. “This better be important.”

“Uh…we might have a plan,” Luca says on the other side of the doors.

My eyes shift to Cara, who sighs and nods with a bittersweet smile on her face. “We’ll finish this another time,” she tells me.

Before she can slip off my lap, I crash my lips against hers again, grabbing her hips hard to keep her planted on top of me.

Cara moans into my mouth as she cups my face, melting into me as we share one last heated kiss.