Page 70 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 3

I didn’t plan.

I just moved.

My gun was in my hand before Winston could stop me, and I was already firing—three shots in rapid succession aimed directly at Rahsaan’s chest.

He dove behind a steel beam, and the warehouse exploded into chaos.

Victor’s men appeared from the shadows, guns blazing.

I moved like smoke—ducking, weaving, my body flowing through the space like I wasn’t fully human. Bullets whizzed past my head, sparking off metal, embedding in concrete.

I returned fire, my shots precise and lethal.

One of Victor’s men dropped.

Then another.

Winston was shouting something, but I couldn’t hear him over the roar of gunfire and the pounding of my own heartbeat.

All I could see was Rahsaan.

All I could think about was Elias and Silas—my baby brothers, barely sixteen, gunned down in cold blood.

I fired again, and Rahsaan ducked behind a stack of crates.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, Amai!” he shouted, laughing.

I reloaded without breaking stride, my hands moving on autopilot.

And then I heard it.

A sharp crack.

A grunt of pain.

I spun around and saw Winston on the ground, clutching his side, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Winston!”

But I didn’t have time to reach him.

Victor’s men were closing in, and Rahsaan was moving toward the exit.

I fired again—once, twice, three times—and one of the shots caught Rahsaan in the shoulder.

He stumbled but didn’t fall.

The warehouse was a war zone—bullets flying, men screaming, the air thick with smoke and blood.

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

Because I’d made a promise.

I was coming back to Truth.

And nothing—nothing—was going to keep me from her.