Page 263 of Corrupting Camille
Kane
The moment Dr. Morales leaves the room, I follow.
I don’t say anything to Camille.
She’s still lying on the bed, eyes distant, hands resting protectively over her belly. That heartbeat, it’s burned into my skull. Fast. Fragile. Mine.
Ours.
And now everything changes.
Not later.
Now.
I find Javi near the courtyard, overseeing a weapons check with two of our men.
“Up security at the gate. New rotation. Triple coverage on Camille’s floor,” I say quietly. “I want two people inside the house with her at all times. Armed. One visible. One shadow.”
Javi straightens. “What changed?”
“She’s pregnant.”
He doesn’t flinch, but his eyes sharpen. “That why you look like you’re two seconds from gutting someone?”
“No,” I say calmly. “That’s because someone tried to take my family and failed.”
He nods once. “What else?”
“Everyone who was ever on the inside. Anyone who’s been within five feet of her since New York I want them vetted again. Strip everything down. Re-run loyalty logs, transfer histories, background checks. Family members. Side accounts. I want it clean.”
“On it.”
I step closer. Lower my voice. “If there’s even a whisper of betrayal... you bring them to me first.”
Javi’s jaw tics. “And if I don’t?”
“Then clean them up.”
No hesitation.
Because the rules have changed.
This isn’t about Camille anymore.
This is about bloodline.
Legacy.
My fucking line in the sand.
Javi moves fast, already calling out orders as I turn back toward the house, my steps slower now, more deliberate.
She’s not just my weakness anymore.
She’s carrying my warpath.
Camille
