Page 109 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

“Did you do this?” Her voice was shaking, but it wasn’t weak. It was sharp. Accusing.

I stopped at the edge of the porch and met her eyes.

“Sure the fuck did.”

Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Kaisen groaned, his head lolling to the side, his breathing shallow and ragged.

“Relax,” I said, my tone almost conversational. “I shot him in the spleen. He don’t need that shit for real.”

Truth stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

Maybe I had.

I tilted my head and gave her a small, humorless smile. “That’s me trying to be better… for you.”

The absurdity of it wasn’t lost on me.

Shooting my own brother and framing it as self-improvement.

But it was true.

A year ago, I would’ve put the bullet in his head.

Now, I was aiming for organs he could live without.

Progress.

I stepped onto the porch and crouched beside Kaisen.

His eyes were half-closed, his face pale and slick with sweat. Blood pooled beneath him, spreading across the wood.

I leaned in close, my voice low and cold.

“If I got to maim your ass until you ain’t got nothing but nubs, I’ll do that to get my point across.” I paused, letting the words sink in. “Truth is off-limits. You understand me?”

Kaisen’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t respond.

Good enough.

I stood and turned back to Truth.

She was still staring at me, her hands covered in Kaisen’s blood, her chest heaving.

“I got that DNA you needed,” I said, gesturing toward Kaisen’s wound.

Truth blinked.

Then, she shook her head slowly, her expression somewhere between disbelief and exhaustion.

“Damn, Amai.” Her voice was quiet, almost resigned. “The chaos is never ending with you Landrys.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed a number I’d memorized weeks ago.

Kaisen’s security detail.

The line rang twice before someone picked up.