Page 102 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

I could see the wheels turning behind his eyes.

Weighing the risk.

Weighing the reward.

Finally, he nodded.

“Alright,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

I reached into my jacket and pulled out the leather portfolio I’d brought.

Slid it across the desk.

Rahsaan opened it.

His eyes scanned the first page.

Then the second.

Then the third.

“Money houses,” I said. “Safe houses. Drug connects. Everything you need to start hitting them where it hurts.”

Rahsaan looked up at me.

“This is real?”

“Every word,” I said. “That should get you started. If you need anything else, call me.”

Rahsaan closed the folder.

Set it on the desk.

Leaned back in his chair.

“The Landrys want a war,” I said, my voice cold. “So we gon’ give ’em hell.”

Rahsaan smiled.

This time, it reached his eyes.

“I can work with that.”

I nodded.

Turned to leave.

“Victor,” Rahsaan called after me.

I stopped.

Looked back.

“You sure about this?” he asked. “Once we start, there’s no going back.”

“I’ve been sure since the moment Winston walked out of my house,” I said.

And I meant it.