Page 103 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

Her voice was deadly quiet.

“Truth—”

“Get. Off. My. Property.”

“You don’t get to⁠—”

The pain hit before I heard the shot.

A sharp, burning agony that tore through my back.

I staggered, my hand instinctively going to the wound.

Warm blood seeped between my fingers.

“What—”

My knees buckled.

I hit the porch hard, the impact jarring through my body.

Truth screamed.

I looked up at her, my vision blurring, and saw the horror on her face.

She wasn’t looking at me.

She was looking past me.

Across the street.

I turned my head, following her gaze, and saw it.

The rooftop.

A figure, barely visible, already moving away.

But I knew.

I knew.

Amai.

My brother.

Protecting what was his.

Establishing boundaries through blood.

The message was clear.

Stay away from her.

Or next time, I won’t miss.

The world tilted.

Truth was kneeling beside me now, her hands pressing against the wound, her voice frantic.