Lord Emerson’s POV
Grumbling angrily, I kicked the side stool away and ran a hand through my hair. I was frustrated and angry; I couldn’t believe she had played a prank on me, which sent me crazy. I almost lost it when I couldn’t reach her; I thought she was in the arms of another man, and the thought almost made me go insane.
Releasing a heavy sigh, I sat on the couch and tiredly massaged my forehead. Ever since she, Emma, came into my life, everything about me revolved around her. It felt like she was a breath of fresh air, and I just couldn't get enough of her. She was my redemption and also would be my death.
My phone rang, and I picked it up, placing it on my ear. “Sir, the man is at the warehouse; we just arrived with him,” one of my men spoke, and I nodded. “Good, stay with him;
