Page 144 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“She’s not yours,” I said through gritted teeth. “She’s not anyone’s.”

“You’re right.” Amai’s expression shifted, became something more serious. “She’s not a possession. She’s a person. A woman who deserves better than both of us, honestly.”

The admission surprised me. It sounded almost… genuine.

“But the difference between you and me,” he continued, “is that I’m willing to be better for her. I’m willing to give her everything. Protection. Security. A family. A life where she doesn’t have to worry about men like us making decisions about her body or life. She’s the only thing in my life that ever felt like God wasn’t laughing at me.”

“Bullshit. Nigga, you don’t have a soul.” I hit send on the message and watched it try to go through. “You’re just as much of a manipulator as I am. You just hide it better.”

“Maybe.” Amai shrugged. “But I’m honest about what I want. I told her I want her. I told her I want our child. I told her I’d do anything to keep them safe.”

“And did you tell her about Yahmaria?”

The words came out before I could stop them. A weapon I’d been holding in reserve, waiting for the right moment to deploy.

Amai’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes. Something dark and sinister.

“What about Yahmaria?” His voice was carefully neutral.

“Did you tell Truth that you’re still married?” I pressed, sensing blood in the water. “That your wife—your beautiful, manipulative, untouchable wife—is still very much in the picture? That she won’t sign the divorce papers because she knows exactly how much leverage that gives her?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“It will be Truth’s concern.” I leaned forward as much as I could in the confined space, ignoring the way my stitches pulled. “When she finds out you’ve been lying to her. When she realizes you’re not the honest, straightforward man you’re pretending tobe. When she discovers that you’re just as much of a liar as you claim I am.”

My watch buzzed against my wrist.

Sending…

Come on. Come on.

“Truth knows I’m complicated,” Amai said. “She knows I have a past.”

“Does she know your past is still sleeping in your bed when it suits her?” I smiled, tasting blood from where I’d bitten my cheek. “Does she know Yahmaria has keys to your house? That she can walk in anytime she wants?”

“Yahmaria is?—”

“A problem you haven’t solved.” I cut him off. “A wife you can’t get rid of because Victor won’t let you. A woman who knows all your secrets and isn’t afraid to use them.”

Amai’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” I laughed, and the sound was bitter. “I know Yahmaria. I know how she operates. And I know that the moment Truth finds out about her, everything you’ve built with her is going to crumble.”

“Truth is stronger than you think.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged, the movement sending fresh pain through my side. “But even strong women have breaking points. And when she reaches hers—when she realizes you’ve been keeping this from her, when she feels betrayed and lied to and manipulated—who do you think she’s going to turn to?”

Amai stared at me, his expression unreadable.

“Not you,” he said finally. “She’ll never turn to you.”

“We’ll see.”

“No.” Amai stood slowly, deliberately. “We won’t see shit. Because you’re going to die in that hole.”

The words were matter-of-fact. Not a threat. A statement of intent.

“You can’t keep me here forever,” I said, but even I could hear the bullshit in my voice. He wouldn’t think twice about letting me die here if it kept me away from Truth.