Page 12 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

The front door opened.

Victor Baptiste stepped out onto the porch.

He was sixty-five years old and built like a man who’d spent his youth breaking bones, and his middle age breaking spirits. Gray hair slicked back, expensive suit, a cigar clenched between his teeth.

He looked at the wreckage of his gate.

Then at my car.

Then at me.

“Who the fuck,” he said slowly, his voice carrying across the lawn, “do you think you are damaging my property?”

I kept both guns raised.

“The man who’s about to put a bullet in you if you don’t call off your dogs.”

Victor’s expression didn’t change.

He took the cigar out of his mouth. Tapped the ash onto his pristine porch.

“You got some nerve coming here like this.”

“And you got some nerve sending Yahmaria to my house like we’re about to play happy family.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed.

“That’s my daughter. She’s got every right to check on her husband.”

“I’m her husband on paper. That’s it.” My voice was rising now, the control I’d been holding onto starting to slip. “I haven’t been her husband in every way that matters for a long damn time. Everyone in this city knows I’ve been trying to divorce her ass. So why the fuck is she acting like we’re reconciling?”

“Because you’re married,” Victor said simply. “In the eyes of God and the law. That means something.”

“It means nothing.” I took a step forward. The security team tensed. “She runs around like she’s single. She humiliates me. She?—”

“She’s your wife,” Victor interrupted. His voice was steel now. “And you will treat her with respect.”

“Respect?” I laughed—a harsh, ugly sound. “You want me to respect a woman who?—”

Victor moved.

Fast.

Faster than a man his age should have been able to move.

He pulled a gun from inside his jacket—a .45, chrome-plated, the kind of weapon that made a statement—and aimed it directly at my head.

“Walk that shit back,” he said quietly, “before I blow your head off.”

The security team shifted.

Waiting.

Watching.

Ready to move the second their boss gave the order.

I didn’t lower my guns.