Page 31 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

“What’s going on?” Kaisen asked, stepping into the room.

I turned to face him, eyes wide.

“The vault’s been hit. Everything’s gone.”

Kaisen’s face went pale. “What do you mean everything’s gone?”

“I mean someone cleaned us out. Took every dollar. Killed the staff. Left the place empty.”

“How?” Kaisen’s voice was urgent. “Only four people knew about that location. You, me, Priest, and—” His eyes cut to Winston. “Dad.”

“Winston told Victor,” I said flatly.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Kaisen stared at our father, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief to pure, unfiltered rage.

“You did what?”

“Victor needed⁠—”

“I don’t give a fuck what Victor needed!” Kaisen’s voice cracked like a whip. “You told him where our vault was? The one place we kept our emergency funds? The one location that was supposed to be untouchable?”

“He’s family⁠—”

“He’s a fucking snake!” Kaisen moved closer, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “Everyone knows that! Everyone except you, apparently!”

Winston shot Kaisen a furious glance. “I made a decision based on the information I had at the time.”

“The information you had?” Kaisen laughed, but wasn’t shit funny at all. “Amai’s been telling you for years not to trust Victor. Years! And you ignored him. You ignored all of us because you thought you knew better.”

“I do know better!”

“Really?” Kaisen gestured wildly. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you just handed our entire war chest to the enemy. It looks like you trusted a man who’s been playing both sides since the beginning. It looks like you fucked us all over because you were too arrogant to listen.”

“Watch yourself, Kaisen.”

“Or what?” Kaisen stepped closer, his voice dropping to something cold and lethal. “You’ll shoot me too? Lock me up like Priest? Bury me in a hole like Amai did?”

I flinched at the reference, but Kaisen wasn’t looking at me. His entire focus was on Winston.

“People call me stupid,” Kaisen continued, his voice shaking with barely controlled rage. “They say I’m reckless. Impulsive. That I don’t think things through. But look at this shit, Dad. Look at what you did. You gave Victor—Victor fucking Baptiste—access to our most secure location. And now it’s empty. Now we’re vulnerable. Now we’re fighting a war with no resources.”

“We have other accounts⁠—”

“That’s not the point!” Kaisen’s shout echoed through the study. “The point is you made a decision that put all of us at risk. You trusted someone you shouldn’t have. And now we’re all paying for it.”

Winston’s expression was stone, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands gripped the edge of his desk.

He knew we were right.

He knew he’d fucked up.

But admitting it would mean acknowledging that his sons—the ones he’d spent years controlling and manipulating—had been right all along.

“We’ll recover,” Winston said finally, his voice tight. “We always do.”

“With what?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “We don’t have the funds to pay our soldiers. We don’t have the resources to make moves against Rahsaan. We don’t have leverage. All we have is whatever cash we’ve got stashed in personal accounts—and that’s not enough to win a war.”