Page 140 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2
The thought should’ve disgusted me. Maybe it did. Maybe that was the part I hated most—that even in the dark, bleeding and buried, I still reached for ownership before honesty.
I guess I wasn’t so different from Amai as I liked to believe.
It wasn’t because she was a prize or a possession, but because I wanted her. Because somewhere in the middle of all this chaos and violence and family bullshit, I’d fallen for her.
For the way she refused to be a victim, even when life kept trying to make her one.
For the way she looked at me like I was a person, not just a Landry.
For the way she made me want to be better than the man Winston raised me to be.
I wanted to be the man she deserved.
But first, I had to get out of this fucking hole.
I reached into my pocket, feeling for my phone.
Gone.
Of course it was gone. Amai wasn’t stupid.
But then my fingers brushed against something else. Something Amai had missed in his rush to bury me alive.
My Apple Watch.
Still on my wrist.
Hope flared in my chest, bright and vicious.
I pressed the button on the side, and the screen lit up—a tiny square of light in the absolute darkness. It was almost blinding after so long in the black.
I had signal. Weak, but there.
My fingers shook as I navigated to messages.
Who could I text? Who would come for me?
Not Amai. Obviously.
Not Priest. He was Amai’s man through and through.
Not Syx. He’d probably laugh and leave me here just to see what happened.
That left one person.
Winston.
My father. The man who’d orchestrated this whole mess in the first place. The man who’d used my sperm without my knowledge or consent because he thought he knew what was best for the family.
The man who’d never given a fuck about me except as a tool to control Amai.
But he was also the only person with enough power to make Amai back down.
I typed quickly, my thumbs clumsy on the small screen.
Amai buried me alive. Concrete hole. Near the lakehouse. Come get me.
I hit send and watched the message try to go through.
