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“Dad pulled you out,” I said. “Gave you CPR. Brought you back. And you never told him what really happened. You said you slipped.”

“Because I knew,” Kaisen said, his voice tight. “I knew if I told him, you’d finish it.”

I smiled. Cold. Empty. “Smart.”

He shifted in the bed, trying to sit up straighter, but the pain stopped him. He grimaced, his hand pressing against the bandage on his side. “So what? You’re here to drown me in a hospital bed? That’s your big move?”

“No,” I said. “I’m here to remind you what happens when you take something that belongs to me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Truth.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to.

“She’s not yours,” Kaisen said, and there was a manic edge to his voice now. “She’s carrying my baby. My blood. You think you can just claim her because you want to? You think you can erase me?”

“I don’t need to erase you,” I said. “You’re already irrelevant. This is not just about you taking what’s mine because you felt I didn’t deserve it. You took away Truth’s choice! You violated her body!”

“I didn’t do that shit. Dad did!”

“You still didn’t say shit. Instead of telling me or her the truth, you used the information to get close to her. You fed your delusion that y’all could maybe be together. Now that’s what’sgetting you killed. That’s the true egregious act that will only be satisfied with your life.”

He lunged—or tried to. His body jerked forward, his hand reaching for me, but the IV line and the pain stopped him halfway. He collapsed back against the pillows, gasping, his face twisted in rage and agony.

“You’re fucking delusional,” he spat. “You think she’s going to choose you? You think she’s going to look at you and see anything other than the monster you are?”

That shit pissed me off because a part of me felt it was true.

I stood slowly, pulling the syringe from my jacket pocket. I held it up so he could see it. The clear liquid inside caught the light.

Kaisen’s eyes widened. Not with fear—with recognition.

“You’re not going to kill me,” he said, but his voice wavered. “Winston won’t let you. You kill me, and you lose everything.”

“I’m not going to kill you,” I said. “Not yet.”

I moved to the side of the bed, and Kaisen tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. His body was trapped by pain and weakness. He was dangerous—he’d always been dangerous—but right now, he was prey.

“You violated her,” I said quietly. “You put your hands on what was mine before I even had the chance. You thought you could take her. Use her. Make her yours.”

“She was never yours,” Kaisen said, his voice rising. “She was a contract. A transaction. You didn’t even want her for real until?—”

I grabbed his jaw, forcing his head back against the pillow. His eyes went wide, and for the first time, I saw real fear.

“A baby ain’t gon’ fix that ache. Truth ain’t gon’ fix it. What you trying to compensate for is deeper than that shit and you know it! You gotta face you, nigga, and you ain’t gon’ do that!”

“She’s mine now,” I said. “And you’re going to pay for every lie you made her believe while you hid the truth.”

He tried to speak, but I pressed the syringe into the IV port and pushed the plunger.

The propofol hit his system fast. His eyes rolled back, his body going slack within seconds. The fight drained out of him like water through a sieve.

I watched him slip under, his breathing evening out, his face going slack.

And then I released his jaw and stepped back.

The room was quiet again. Just the beep of the monitor and the hum of the machines keeping him stable.

I pulled the wheelchair from the corner and positioned it beside the bed. Disconnecting the IV was easy—I’d done it before. I wrapped the line around the pole and lowered the bed rail.