Page 152 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

I typed out a message to a number I’d memorized years ago.

Need a pickup. Discreet. High value target. Will send location.

The response came within seconds.

Rate?

Triple.

Done. Send coordinates.

I forwarded Priest’s location—not his current location, but where he’d be in twenty minutes when he arrived at the estate.

My men would intercept him before he reached the gate. Clean. Professional. No witnesses.

By the time Amai realized Priest was missing, it would be too late.

I set the burner phone aside and picked up my regular phone, pulling up Kaisen’s location again.

The blue dot hadn’t moved.

I stood and grabbed my keys from the desk. I’d drive out there myself. Not because Kaisen deserved a personal rescue, but because I needed to see what Amai had built.

I needed to understand the mind of the son who’d buried his brother alive.

I needed to see the hole, the prison that Amai had constructed with his own hands.

Because that prison told me everything I needed to know about how far Amai was willing to go.

And if he was willing to go that far for a woman he barely knew, for a child that might not even be his?—

What would he do when I took away the man who kept his world running?

I walked out of my office and down the hallway, my footsteps echoing on the marble floors.

Odette was in the sitting room, reading. She looked up as I passed.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice soft, concerned.

“To handle something,” I said.

“Is it Kaisen?”

I stopped. Looked at her. My wife, the mother of my children, the woman who’d stood beside me through wars and losses and the kind of violence that would have broken most people.

She knew.

“Yes,” I said.

“Is he alright?”

“He will be.”

She held my gaze for a long moment, and I saw the question in her eyes. The one she wouldn’t ask because she already knew the answer.

What did Amai do?

“Be careful,” she said finally.