Page 59 of Savage Little Secret

What if I’m pregnant?

The thought hits me like a bullet, stunning me as I consider the possibility. Because it is possible. Dmitri and I had sex when I was missing pills.

I could be pregnant with his baby right now.

The person tries to kick my stomach again, but their foot catches my chest, making a breathless gasp of pain break from me.

“Stop! Not there!”

“Hold on,” the other man says, waiting a few moments before speaking again. “She hasn’t bled since we captured her. That was weeks ago. She should’ve by now, right?”

My blood turns ice cold, my eyes widening under the blindfold. He shouldn’t have figured that out. But what if that works in my favor? What if the people who are holding me captive have enough of a heart to spare my child?

“Holy shit. That means it’s probably Dmitri’s kid,” the man continues.

I swallow hard as silence follows his words, anxiety heating my skin.

Even monsters hesitate around babies. Sometimes.

The person in front of me moves, but instead of walking away, they drive their foot even harder against my belly.

A cry of pain rips from me, my guts hurting so much that I feel like throwing up. I release a few pained coughs before gasping for air, my lungs burning. However, through the spike of agony, anger breaks through.

“What the hell? Fuck you!” I grit out before spitting ahead of me.

I don’t know if it even hit its target, but it pissed off the person enough for them to slap me in the face. I grit my teeth against the sting, tears pricking at my eyes. Somehow, I’m in even more danger than before.

Possibly carrying Dmitri’s child has put an even larger target on my forehead.

“Stop!” the man growls at the other person. “I need her alive for the trade!”

The person huffs and storms back up the stairs, slamming the door shut behind them.

I hang my head, exhausted and hurt. I’m glad that the man sent the other one away, but he’s a monster too.

They’re all the same. Cruel. Empty. Every single damn one of them.

“For you and your kid’s sake, you better start talking,” the man grunts before heading out of the basement as well, leaving me alone.

A sob breaks from me the moment the door shuts, my tears soaking into the blindfold as my body shakes. As if things can’t get any worse! How am I supposed to survive this?

If I am pregnant, how are we supposed to make it out of this alive?

I’ve been stuck in this hell for weeks, and there hasn’t even been a semblance of a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel. It feels like I’m dying. And if Dmitri is searching for me, I don’t know if he’s going to find me in time. The man said he needs me alive, but for how long?

With what my captors have learned today, I don’t think I have much time left.

22

Dmitri

“Phones are down,” Isaak says. “Cameras are looped.”

In that case, I slam my foot against the closed door of the exclusive poker room, knocking over one of the Albanian men standing guard inside.

“Don’t fucking move!” Andrei shouts into the room as a group of our men rush inside with their guns drawn, while another group heads down the hallway to check all the other rooms in the building for any sign of Cara.

Screams of surprise fill the room as wealthy men and women cower at the poker table. Cigar smoke curls into the air, accompanied by the smell of strong perfume and expensive liquor.