Page 156 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Family was everything. Family was the foundation. You could hate your brother, resent him, even wish him dead—but you didn’tacton it. You didn’t tear apart the structure for personal satisfaction.

Amai had forgotten that lesson.

Or maybe he’d never truly learned it.

Either way, he was about to be reminded.

My phone buzzed again. Another text from Brandon.

Delivery complete. Subject secured in solitary. Minimal complications.

I typed back:Good work. Maintain radio silence until further notice.

Copy.

I set the phone down and allowed myself a moment of satisfaction.

Priest was locked away. Isolated. Unreachable.

And once he was processed into Terrell’s facility, once he was stripped of his belongings and thrown into that concrete cell with no windows and no contact with the outside world?—

He’d understand.

This was a message. A demonstration of power.

And the message was simple:No one is untouchable.

I wondered if Priest would be angry. Probably. He’d feel betrayed, violated, furious at being used as a pawn in a game he hadn’t chosen to play.

But anger was irrelevant. Priest’s feelings didn’t matter. What mattered was the effect his absence would have on Amai.

Within twenty-four hours, Amai would notice Priest was missing. He’d try calling, texting, tracking his location. When that failed, he’d send people to Priest’s apartment, his usual haunts, anywhere he might be.

He’d find nothing.

Then, the panic would set in. The realization that his most trusted lieutenant had vanished without a trace. The fear that a rival had taken him, that Priest was being tortured for information or already dead.

Amai would spiral. He’d make mistakes. He’d become reckless.

And then I’d appear with the solution.

I’d tell him I knew where Priest was. I’d tell him Priest was safe, unharmed, but that his release was conditional.

Conditional on Amai’s compliance.

Conditional on Amai remembering his place in the family hierarchy.

Conditional on Amai ending this obsession with Truth Renois and refocusing on what actually mattered—legacy, power, the family’s continued dominance.

It was elegant, really. Brutal, yes. But elegant.

I’d learned a long time ago that the most effective leverage wasn’t physical violence or financial pressure. It was emotional. It was taking away the thing someone valued most and making them understand that its return depended entirely on their obedience.

For Amai, that thing was Priest.

Not Truth—not yet. She was still too new, too undefined in his mind. He was obsessed with her, yes, but that obsession was still in its early stages. It could be redirected, controlled, managed.

But Priest? Priest had been with Amai for over a decade. They’d built the operation together, survived wars together, trusted each other with their lives.