Page 10 of Savage Little Secret

“I don’t know them! Back off, Dmitri!” Cara bites out. “I’m not going to stand here and let you accuse me of bullshit without any proof!”

“I got all the proof that I needed when you fed confidential information to my fucking enemies!” I snap at her, making her stiffen.

“I’m leaving,” Cara grits out, her eyes starting to turn red.

When she tries to slip past me, I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her back toward me before she can get even just a few feet away. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Cara tries to yank her arm out of my grasp, but I just tighten my grip. “Let me go!”

“Oh, no. I can’t trust you to even walk out of my place. I can’t trust you with anything now!” I yell at her, pushing through the ache in my chest.

My men were right. She’s been lying to me the whole time.

She’s the reason everything is falling apart.

“Dmitri, stop!” Cara exclaims as she continues to try to pull away from me.

I catch her arm before she can pass me, her chest crashing against mine. “You’re not leaving until I figure out who the fuck you really are.”

Cara clenches her teeth, unable to fight herself free. “You know who I am!”

“No, you haven’t told me the truth. But my men will find out everything you’ve been lying to me about,” I reply. “Another background check. Home search. Phone records. Whatever they can get their hands on.”

Cara’s eyes widen. “Stop this, Dmitri. Just let me go!”

She’s afraid of what I’ll find. I can see the fear written all over her face.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you’re going to regret it,” I tell her as I lean closer to her, my skin burning with anger.

I gave her pieces of myself no one else has ever seen.

I’ve sacrificed and risked myself for her!

I let myself start to feel things that spelled nothing but problems for me.

This is what I get for that.

Getting stabbed in the back by the woman who swore that she cared about me when no one else did. It makes me sick that I fell for her.

Cara goes silent, merely staring up at me with glistening eyes. There’s nothing that she can say to get herself out of the hole that she’s dug herself into.

And now I might have to bury her in it.

4

Dmitri

“Dmitri! Let me out now!”

I slam the guest bedroom door, and her voice dulls behind it.

I’m so pissed off and upset that it dizzies me, lights streaking around me as my balance wavers.

I place my hand on the hallway wall, blocking out the sound of Cara yelling as I reach for my phone. The bed in the guest bedroom has the sturdiest headboard, so I zip tied one of her wrists to it until I get back. Right now, I need to figure out who the hell she is.

“I should have known,” I grit out as I call Isaak, tension winding around my throat and squeezing.

“We’re leaving the area, sir,” Isaak tells me once he answers.