Page 108 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 4

I straightened, forcing the grief and rage into something colder. Something useful.

“Get Trey on the phone. Tell him I need access to every FLOK camera between here and the river. Marina surveillance, bridge cameras, port authority feeds—everything. Kaisen took them somewhere he thought was secure. Somewhere off the grid. But he had to drive them there, and that means he’s on camera somewhere.”

“On it.” Priest was already dialing.

“And Priest?”

He looked up.

“Tell Trey if he finds them in the next hour, I’ll triple his rate. If he doesn’t, I’ll assume he’s not as good as he claims to be.”

Priest’s mouth twitched. “That’ll motivate him.”

I walked back through the house and out the front door.

The security team was gathered near the gate—four men in tactical gear, armed and alert, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

Dennis stepped forward. “Boss, we got here as fast as⁠—”

I shot him in the chest.

The suppressed round made a sound like a heavy book dropping on carpet. Dennis stumbled backward, his expression shifting from confusion to shock to nothing as he collapsed onto the brick driveway.

The other three went for their weapons.

I was faster.

Two shots center mass for the man on the left. He went down hard, blood spreading across his shirt in a dark bloom that looked black under the security lights.

The third man got his gun halfway out of the holster before I put a round through his throat. He made a wet, choking sound and dropped to his knees, hands scrabbling at the wound as blood poured between his fingers. I put another round through his temple, and he fell sideways, twitching.

The fourth man ran.

I let him get ten feet before I shot him in the back of the knee. He screamed and went down, crawling toward the gate with his ruined leg dragging behind him.

I walked over slowly, deliberately, and stood above him.

“Please—” He rolled onto his back, hands up, face twisted in pain and terror. “Please, I didn’t know⁠—”

“You let him through.” My voice was flat. Empty. “You opened the gate for a man who took my family, and you didn’t call me. You didn’t verify. You didn’t question.”

“He’s your brother—we thought⁠—”

“You thought wrong.”

I shot him in the face.

The back of his skull came apart against the brick, brain matter and bone fragments spraying across the decorative landscaping.

I stood there for a moment, breathing hard, the gun still raised.

Four bodies. Four men who’d failed the only job that mattered.

“Amai.”

I turned.

Priest stood in the doorway, his expression carefully neutral. He’d seen me kill before. He’d helped me kill before. But this was different, and we both knew it.