Page 126 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

Amai stared at me, his face unreadable, and I couldn’t tell if he was about to kill me or let me go.

Finally, he stood.

He walked to the table against the wall—the one with the tools—and I felt my entire body tense.

This is it. This is where it happens.

But he didn’t pick anything up.

He just stood there, his back to me, his hands resting on the edge of the table.

“You know what the fucked-up part is?” he said quietly. “I believe you.”

I exhaled, relief flooding through me so fast I felt dizzy.

“But that doesn’t change anything,” Amai continued. He turned around, and the look in his eyes made my blood run cold. “Because love doesn’t make you innocent. It just makes you stupid.”

“Amai.”

“I’m moving you to a different room,” he said, cutting me off. “You’ll stay there until I’m done with Yahmaria.”

Panic surged through me. “Wait—what are you going to do to her?”

“That depends on what she tells me.”

“She doesn’t know anything!” I pulled against the restraints, my wrists burning. “She’s not involved in this—she’s just caught in the middle.”

“Then she better have something useful to say.” Amai’s voice was ice. “Because if she doesn’t, she’s dead.”

“No—” My voice broke. “Amai, please—don’t hurt her!”

“Why the fuck should I care?”

“Because she’s the reason I can sleep at night!” The confession tore out of me, raw and desperate. “The nightmares—the ones I’ve had since my mom died—they stopped when I was with her. She’s the only person who’s ever made me feel like I wasn’t drowning.”

Amai stared at me, and for a moment—just a moment—I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes.

But then it was gone.

“I don’t give a fuck about your nightmares,” he said flatly. “I don’t give a fuck about your feelings. And I don’t give a fuck about whatever you think you have with her.”

He walked toward the door and opened it.

Two guards stepped inside—big, silent, efficient.

“Move him,” Amai said without looking back. “Different cell. No contact with anyone.”

“Wait—” I struggled as the guards approached. “Amai, please—just listen⁠—”

One of the guards unfastened the strap across my chest.

“She’s all I have!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “You can’t just⁠—”

The wrist restraints came off next, and I tried to lunge forward, but the guards grabbed me before I could move.

“Amai!” I twisted in their grip, my voice rising. “Don’t do this—she doesn’t deserve this, and you know it!”

Amai finally turned to look at me.