Page 151 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

Terrell exhaled slowly. “Alright. When?”

“Today. I’ll have him delivered within three hours.”

“I’ll have a cell ready.”

I ended the call and immediately dialed another number.

Priest answered on the first ring. “Mr. Landry.”

“Where are you?” I asked.

“At the office. Amai’s got me handling some logistics for?—”

“I need you to come to the estate. Now. Alone.”

There was a beat of silence. Priest was smart enough to hear the weight in my voice.

“Is everything alright?”

“No. But it will be. How long?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Make it fifteen.”

I hung up and stared at the phone in my hand.

Priest was Amai’s most trusted lieutenant. His second-in-command. The man who handled the details while Amai handled the vision.

He was also the key to controlling Amai.

Amai would tolerate physical dominance from me because of our history, because of the father-son dynamic that still held some weight.

But that weight was eroding.

I needed a different kind of leverage. Something that would remind Amai that his power existed within a structure, and that structure could be dismantled if he pushed too far.

Priest was that leverage.

Without the man who kept his operation running, who handled the logistics and coordination and ten thousand details that Amai didn’t have the patience for?

Amai would be crippled.

Not permanently. He was too smart, too capable. But long enough for me to reassert control. Long enough to remind him who built this empire and who could tear it down.

I walked back to my desk and sat down, pulling up the location tracker again.

Kaisen’s blue dot pulsed steadily.

Still alive. Still waiting.

I’d go get him, of course. He was my son, and despite his failures and weaknesses, he was still a Landry. Still mine.

But first, I needed to secure my position.

First, I needed to make sure Amai understood that his little rebellion—his obsession with this woman, his decision to operate outside my authority—had consequences.

I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a burner phone. I kept several, each used for specific purposes, each disposed of after a single use.