"Aria Henson, recognize your place. Georgia is the future mistress of the Henson family. Forget your little stunt today trying to guide public opinion against us. But listen closely: Blackstone Capital is coming for an inspection. If you and that bastard in your belly dare to come out and be an eyesore during that time, don't blame me for being ruthless."
With that, they swaggered back to the car.
But before she closed the door, Georgia left me with one final, venomous remark.
"Ryan, do you think her barbarian husband was stupid? The man is dead, not even a body to bury, yet he still left her pregnant. What bad luck!"
The Ferrari roared away, leaving me in a cloud of exhaust.
I stood there, unmoving.
My hand drifted to my pocket. Touched the cold, heavy metal of an old Nokia phone.
That was the only thing Sebastian James left me.
I thought of that bear of a man—soaked in blood in his final moments, yet still wearing that goofy grin as he shoved the phone into my hands.
"Wifey, this thing is built like a tank. It's got a life-saving talisman inside for you."
I wiped a smear of blood from the corner of my mouth, my gaze turning to ice.
*Bad luck?*
*We'll see who's really cursed.*