“It’s done,” I whisper, “That’s enough.”
He hesitates for only a moment but then he drops the gun and his shoulders sag. A cry rips from Georgia, still on her knees in front of me.
“Get up,” I tell her coldly as Sebastian steps up next to me, tucking his weapon away. I wasn’t sure what we were going to do about everyone around us but that’s a problem to deal with in a minute.
Georgia scrambles to her feet, swatting at the tears on her face, “I feel sorry for you, I truly do.” I tell her, “You’ve spent your whole life being this bitter, witch of a woman, just like my mother but neither you nor her have any control over me anymore. You can’t hurt me anymore. It’s over. Take my name out of your mouth and move on with whatever life you have left.”
Her mouth opens to speak but no words come out and then her head drops a little, as if she’s feeling some type of remorse but I don’t think this woman is capable of such a thing.
Without another word, Georgia turns and scurries from the store, the door slamming shut behind her.
“Are you okay?” Sebastian turns to me, fully giving me his attention now that the threat is gone.
I smile up at him, a weight lifted from my chest, “Never better.”
Chapter Thirty-nine
My thumb brushes across her knuckles where I hold her hand against my thigh while I navigate the SUV through the city and back toward her apartment building. The back is filled to the top with furniture, and more is being delivered later. It all could have been delivered but I didn’t want to wait.
I know she’s nervous for me, I can feel the energy coming off her in waves, but she need not be. The footage from the store has already been scrubbed and the witnesses paid off with a decent amount of money for their silence.
I don’t regret a single second of what I did. That woman deserved worse and the only reason she’s stillbreathing is because of Willow. I couldn’t protect her from her mother, but I can protect her from now until the end. And if I have to murder people to make that happen then I will.
I pull the car into the underground parking garage and stop in the bay marked for Willow, killing the engine.
“Talk to me,” I turn to her.
Her blue eyes flick toward me and her teeth begin to worry her bottom lip, “I don’t want you to get into trouble for me, Bast.”
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Sweetheart, I’ve been getting into trouble my whole life.”
“I’m serious!” She huffs, “You pulled a gun on someone in broad daylight, with witnesses, that’s enough to put you in jail for a long time.”
“I’m not going to jail, Red,” I assure her.
She purses her lips, “And you’re sure about that?”
“I don’t regret what I did, Willow,” I tell her, “But yes, I am sure.”
“And if Georgia presses charges?”
“Then it’ll be her biggest mistake,” I lift Willow’s hand, brushing my lips across her knuckles, “But while the woman is a snake, I don’t believe she is stupid.”
“I wouldn’t put it passed her to do something just tohurt me,” She says sadly, “I’ve never seen her like that.”
Dropping Willow’s hand, I lift mine to cradle her cheek, “No one will ever hurt you again.”
She smiles sadly, “Let’s get this all inside,” Willow moves away from my hand, dropping the subject.
I nod and watch as she climbs from the car, the sweater she’s wearing stretched over her small bump. I head around to the trunk and open it, frowning when Willow walks around to join me.
“Go on up,” I tell her, “I’ve got this.”
She rolls her eyes, “I can carry some stuff up too, save some trips.”
“You’re pregnant,” I deadpan.
“Exactly,pregnant, not dying, I am more than capable of carrying a few items.”
