Page 116 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Right now, I needed to be something else.

I opened the door and stepped out into the humid Louisiana morning. The air was thick, heavy with moisture and the smell of the lake. The sun was just starting to rise, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange that would’ve been beautiful if I’d cared about beauty.

I didn’t.

I cared about control. About consequences. About making sure Kaisen—and anyone else watching—understood that Truth Renois was off-limits. Untouchable. Protected by a man who didn’t have limits when it came to protecting what was his.

I locked the door behind me and tested the handle twice. Secure.

I walked to my car—a black Audi A8, clean lines, tinted windows, nothing flashy but everything necessary. I slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, letting it idle for a moment while I pulled up the camera feeds one more time.

Truth was still asleep. Still safe. Still mine.

I was ready to remind my brother—and anyone else who needed reminding—that some things weren’t negotiable.

Some things were worth burning the world down for.

Truth was one of them.

I put the phone in the cupholder, shifted into drive, and pulled away from the lakehouse.

The gravel crunched under the tires. The gate opened automatically as I approached, then closed behind me with a solid clang that echoed through the trees.

I glanced in the rearview mirror, watching the lakehouse disappear behind the curtain of moss and branches.

She’d be fine.

And when I came back, she’d never know where I’d been.

She’d never know what I’d done to keep her safe.

That was the gift I was giving her—the illusion that the man who made love to her was the only man I was capable of being.

But the truth was darker than that.

The truth was, I’d bury my own brother alive if it meant she stayed untouched. I’d become the monster my father always wanted me to be—not for him, not for legacy, not for power.

For her.

And that made me more dangerous than I’d ever been.

I turned onto the main road, heading back toward New Orleans, my mind already shifting gears. Priest had sent me the hospital location hours ago. Kaisen was in a room on the third floor, recovering from the stabbing I’d given him. Limited security because Winston didn’t give a fuck about his sons outside of what they could do for him.

That worked in my favor.

I’d walk in, take what I needed, and walk out. Clean. Efficient. No witnesses who mattered.

And then Kaisen would learn what happened when you touched something that didn’t belong to you. He had a habit of wanting what he didn’t deserve.

He’d learn it slowly.

He’d learn it in the dark.

And by the time I was done, he’d learn that this time he fucked around and found out.

The hospital parking garage was half-empty at this hour. I parked on the third level, close to the skybridge entrance, and killed the engine. The Glock stayed in the glove box—I wouldn’t need it. What I had in my scrub pocket was more effective: a syringe filled with propofol, enough to drop him for hours without killing him.

I wanted him conscious when he woke up in the hole.