Page 88 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

“Amai—”

“Y’all all gon’ bleed for what y’all did to me.”

His voice was different. Colder than I’d ever heard it. And I’d raised him to be cold.

“But y’all gon’ suffer for what y’all did to Truth. I’m about to terrorize y’all ass since my restraint is not appreciated around this bitch.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone for a long moment, processing what I’d just heard.

Not anger about the business. Not rage about the betrayal or the manipulation or the fact that his own father had orchestrated this entire situation.

He was thinking about Truth.

That was the real problem.

That was the shift that changed everything.

I’d raised Amai to be ruthless. To understand that sentiment had no place in our world. In our business it was necessary. Not the big ass buildings we owned, nah, the underworld. Where we made our real money. We just cleaned it through our businesses.

And he’d learned those lessons well.

But somewhere along the way, I’d miscalculated.

I’d thought the surrogacy would be clinical. Transactional. A means to an end. A way to secure the Landry name without the complications of actual human connection. Something to shut Amai the fuck up!

Instead, my son had fallen in love with the surrogate.

And now he was going to burn the entire city down because of it.

“How much longer?” I asked my driver.

“Ten minutes, sir.”

I leaned back against the leather seat and closed my eyes.

I’d created a monster designed to protect the family empire. Instead, I’d created a man willing to destroy it for one woman. He would take everything I taught him and use it against us.Fuck.

The irony wasn’t lost on me.

Neither was the danger.

The car moved through the city in silence.

I stared out the window at New Orleans passing by—the streets I’d ruled for decades, the territory I’d built from nothing, the empire I’d sacrificed everything to create.

And now it was all threatening to collapse because of one woman.

Y’all gon’ bleed for what y’all did to me. But y’all gon’ suffer for what y’all did to Truth.

Amai’s voice echoed in my head.

Cold. Certain. Absolute.Fuck.

That wasn’t the voice of a man protecting his business interests.

That was the voice of a man who’d chosen love over empire.