Page 99 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

But that was the thing about this life.

There were no permanent enemies.

No permanent friends.

Just permanent interests.

And right now, my interest was making sure the Baptiste empire survived what was coming.

Even if it meant burning down everything I’d helped the Landrys build.

I checked my watch.

7:47 PM.

I had just over an hour to prepare.

I walked upstairs to my office and pulled out the files I’d been keeping for years.

Insurance policies, I’d called them.

Documentation of every deal, every shipment, every body that had gone into the ground with Landry fingerprints all over it.

Winston thought I was just a street nigga who got lucky.

But I’d been preparing for this day since the moment I realized Winston Landry was a snake with an unquenchable thirst for power.

I selected three files.

Slid them into a leather portfolio.

Then I went to my safe and pulled out my .45.

Checked the clip.

Chambered a round.

Rahsaan said to come alone, and I would.

But I wasn’t stupid.

At 8:30 PM, I got in my car and started driving.

The warehouse district was industrial, isolated—the kind of place where conversations happened that nobody wanted recorded.

Perfect for what we needed to discuss.

As I drove through the city, I thought about Amai.

About the boy I’d watched grow up alongside my daughter.

About the man he’d become—cold, controlled, unstable in ways that made him more dangerous than his father ever was.

Winston had created a monster.

And now that monster was going to destroy everything.

Unless I stopped him first.