Page 128 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. My eyes locked on his.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Rahsaan’s smile widened. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the bourbon in his glass like we were having a casual conversation.

“I was thinking,” he said slowly, “that the Landrys needed to understand exactly who they were dealing with.”

“By telling them you killed the twins?” My voice was low, but the rage underneath was building. “By putting a target on both our backs?”

“They already had targets on us, Victor. Or did you forget we just robbed them blind?”

“That’s not the same thing, and you know it.” I stepped closer to the desk, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “The money was business. Strategic. Calculated. What you did tonight was personal. And personal makes men reckless.”

Rahsaan set his glass down and stood.

“Reckless?” He laughed—a short, sharp sound that grated against my nerves. “I gave them the truth. I reminded Amai Landry that I’ve been living off his family’s pain for years. That’s not reckless. That’s power.”

“That’s ego,” I shot back. “And ego gets you killed.”

“Does it?” Rahsaan crossed his arms, his expression shifting from amusement to something colder. “Because from where I’m standing, Amai lost his shit. He came at me like a rabid dog, no strategy, no control. Winston got shot. Kaisen had to bail them out. I’d say the confession worked exactly how I wanted it to.”

I stared at him, my chest tight with frustration.

He didn’t get it.

He didn’t understand what he’d just unleashed.

“You think making Amai lose control is a win?” I asked quietly. “You think turning his rage personal is going to make him easier to deal with?”

“I think it makes him predictable.”

“No.” I shook my head, my voice hardening. “It makes him dangerous. Amai Landry is most lethal when he stops thinking and starts feeling. You didn’t weaken him tonight—you gave him a reason to hunt you down and tear you apart with his bare hands.”

Rahsaan quivered with indignation, but he didn’t respond.

I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a near-whisper.

“And it’s not just Amai. You think Winston’s going to let this slide? You think Kaisen’s going to stay neutral now that he knows you killed his brothers? You just united the entire Landry family against us. They were fighting each other, tearing themselves apart from the inside, and you gave them a common enemy.”

“They were always going to come for us,” Rahsaan said, his tone dismissive. “The moment we took that vault, we were at war. The confession just moved up the timeline.”

“The timeline?” I felt my control slipping, my voice rising. “The timeline was supposed to give us room to maneuver. To consolidate. To prepare. Now we’ve got three Landry men with nothing to lose and everything to prove, and they’re coming for us with everything they’ve got.”

“Then we’ll be ready.”

“Will we?” I gestured toward the window, toward the guards and cameras and reinforced walls. “You think this fortress is going to stop them? You think Amai’s going to knock politely and wait for you to answer?”

Rahsaan glared without blinking.

“I’m not afraid of Amai Landry.”

“Then you’re a fool.” The words came out sharp, cutting. “Because fear is what keeps you alive in this game. Fear makes you careful. Makes you think twice before you run your mouth and put both our lives at risk.”

“I didn’t put your life at risk,” Rahsaan said, his voice cold now. “I put mine on the line. I’m the one who killed those boys. I’m the one Amai wants dead. You’re just the middleman who stole some money.”

I felt something snap inside me.

“You think that matters?” I stepped forward until we were inches apart, my voice low and lethal. “You think Amai’s going to make that distinction? You think Winston’s going to care that you pulled the trigger, and I just helped plan it? We’re in this together, Rahsaan. Your blood is my blood now. And if you go down, you’re taking me with you.”