Page 46 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Hard.

A few seconds passed.

Then I heard footsteps.

The porch light flicked on.

The door opened a crack.

Delphine stood there in a robe and a bonnet, her face set in a scowl that could cut glass.

“Do you know what time it is?” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

“I need to talk to Truth.”

“At two in the goddamn morning?”

“Yes.”

Delphine stared at me.

Then she opened the door wider and stepped onto the porch, pulling the door shut behind her.

“I don’t care what you and my daughter got going on,” she said, her voice sharp. “You don’t come knocking on my door at this hour unless somebody dying or somebody dead. You understand me?”

“I understand?—”

“Is anybody dying?”

I hesitated.

“No ma’am.”

“Is anybody dead?”

“No ma’am.”

“Then it can wait until a decent hour.” She turned to go back inside.

“Delphine—”

“Goodnight, Amai.”

She stepped inside and closed the door.

The lock clicked.

I stood there for a moment.

Staring at the door.

Then I knocked again.

Harder this time.

The door swung open.

Delphine’s face was a mask of fury.