Page 106 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“Truth is mine,” I said. “The baby is mine. I don’t give a fuck whose sperm fertilized the egg. That child ismine. And anyone who tries to take that from me…”

I didn’t finish the sentence.

I didn’t need to.

Priest understood.

“When do we start?” he asked.

I looked out at the water one more time.

“Now,” I said.

And I meant it.

The lake house was quiet except for the sound of water lapping against the dock. I stood on the back patio watching Truth inside.

“I’m on standby,” Priest said. “Whatever you need, I got it.”

“Did you bring what I asked for?”

“Food, clean clothes, and her purse from the clinic. All of it’s in the house.”

I nodded. “Good. She’s going to need to call her mama,” I said. “Tell her she’s staying here for a while.”

“How long is a while?” Priest asked.

“As long as it takes,” I said quietly. “As long as it takes for Truth to be okay with this. Okay with how life is going to be for her after we leave here.”

“Amai—”

“I need you to prepare the penthouse,” I interrupted. “She’ll be living there once we get back to the city. Full security. Nobody in or out without my approval.”

“Consider it done,” Priest said. No hesitation. No questions.

“What about Rahsaan?” I asked. “Any movement?”

“Nothing today. Docks have been quiet. Shipments coming in smooth. I vetted the dock workers myself—replaced the ones we terminated with soldiers I trust.”

“Good.” I exhaled slowly. “Then don’t bother me unless someone’s dead. My entire focus is on Truth right now. That’s the only thing I care about.”

Priest took a breath like he was about to say something he knew I wouldn’t want to hear.

“Are you sure you want to start a war over her?” he asked finally.

The question hung in the air between us.

I thought about Truth at the clinic. Thought about the way her face had shifted when Kaisen revealed the truth. Thought about the way she’d looked at me like I was the one who’d betrayed her, even though I’d been just as blindsided.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I said.

“Amai—”

“I haven’t even touched her yet,” I continued, my voice dropping lower. “Haven’t been inside her. Haven’t slept with her in my arms. Don’t know who she is outside of her file—what makes her laugh at three in the morning, what she dreams about, what scares her when she thinks nobody’s watching.”

I paused.

Gripped the patio railing tighter.