Page 114 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

I slid into the driver’s seat and pulled the door shut. My hands rested on the steering wheel. All of this shit was draining me. I didn’t know whether I was coming or going these days.

I reached for the ignition.

My phone rang.

The sound cut through the silence, sharp and immediate, and I glanced at the screen.

Winston.

I answered on the second ring, bringing the phone to my ear.

“Yeah?”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” His voice exploded through the speaker, all rage and disbelief. “You shot Kaisen? In the middle of a goddamn war? We need every body right now, Amai. Every. Single. One.”

I could hear blood rushing to my head. My head flew back against the seat. I was so tired of his shit. They wouldn’t be happy until I laid all their asses to rest. My brother and dad weren’t appreciating my restraint, and I didn’t like that.

“We’re done,” I said flatly.

“Done? We’re not⁠—”

“I’m a grown ass man, Winston.” My voice was ice. “And I’m done talking to another grown ass man about boundaries. You don’t get to lecture me about what I do or don’t do. Not anymore. If that nigga violate, I’m gon’ tap his ass every single time, and I don’t give a fuck how nobody feel about that shit.”

“Amai, listen to me⁠—”

“Kaisen needed to learn a lesson,” I continued, my tone cutting through his words like a blade. “Words weren’t teaching him shit. Maybe bullets will. Maybe now he’ll understand that Truth is off-limits.”

“You’re being irrational⁠—”

“I’m being clear.” I pulled away from the curb, my movements deliberate and controlled. “Once I secure Truth, then I’ll get what you need. Not before. Not during. After.”

“You can’t just⁠—”

“I don’t care if it’s just me and Priest who have to end this war. Victor, Rahsaan, whoever else is coming—it’s going to end. And it’s going to end real soon. But it ends on my terms, not yours.”

The line went silent for a moment. I could hear him breathing, could feel the weight of his fury pressing through the phone.

“You’re making a mistake,” Winston said finally, his voice deadly quiet.

“Maybe.” I didn’t slow down. Didn’t hesitate. “But it’s my mistake to make.”

I hung up before he could respond.

The phone buzzed almost immediately—Winston calling back. I declined it and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.

He could call all he wanted.

I wasn’t answering.

Not today.

Not until Truth was safe, and I’d made sure she understood exactly what kind of man she was dealing with.

The kind who would burn the world down to keep her.

The kind who didn’t ask permission.

The kind who didn’t negotiate with anyone—not even his own father.