Page 105 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Then, “You think Truth knew?”

“No.” The word came out sharp. Certain. “She would have told me. She’s not built for that kind of deception. But she overheard something at the clinic about two samples.”

“Damn.”

“She didn’t understand what it meant then.” I leaned back in the chair. Stared at the darkening sky. “Now she does.”

“So, what are you going to do?”

I thought about Winston standing in his office. Like he had any right to claim ownership over something he’d sabotaged from the beginning.

I thought about Kaisen, calling to check on me, pretending to care, all while knowing he might be the biological father of the child I’d been promised.

I thought about Dr. Beaumont taking orders from my father, playing God with my genetics, treating me like a science experiment that needed a backup plan.

And I thought about Truth.

Carrying a baby that might not be mine.

Looking at me with those eyes that saw too much.

Asking me if I was okay.

“They assumed I’d fail,” I said quietly. “They built their entire plan around my inadequacy. Didn’t even give me the dignity of telling me that shit to my face.”

I stood up.

Walked to the edge of the patio.

The water was dark now. The sun almost gone.

“So, I’m going to show them what happens when you treat Amai Landry like he’s not enough,” I said. “Winston wanted to control the outcome. Wanted to make sure the Landry name survived even if I couldn’t deliver. Fine. He’ll get his wish. The name will survive.”

I turned to look at Priest.

“But he won’t.”

Priest’s expression didn’t change. “You’re going after your father.”

“I’m going after everyone who thought I needed a backup plan,” I corrected. “Winston. Kaisen. Dr. Beaumont. Victor. Yahmaria. Every single person who looked at me and saw failure.”

“That’s a lot of bodies,” Priest said quietly.

“Good.” I walked back to the table. Picked up the cracked glass. “I want them to know it’s coming. Want them to feel it the way I felt it when I found out they violated me. Most of all, they violated Truth. That is something I won’t allow to stand. They gon’ feel me.”

I threw the glass.

It shattered against the wall of the house.

“They wanted a demon,” I said. “They’re going to get one.”

Priest nodded slowly.

“What about Truth?”

I went still.

Thought about her in the house. Safe. Protected. Carrying a child that might not be mine but who I’d claimed anyway.