Lord Emerson's POV
I could see him shivering in fear as he up looked at me with terrified eyes. “Please forgive me; it was a mistake. I never really did anything to her,” he pleaded with fear, which ignited my anger.
“Keep quiet,” I yelled at him, and immediately he went mute. “One more word from you, and I will slit your tongue out,” I uttered those words not as a threat but as a warning. Everywhere became silent as they all waited for me to speak.
With rage and hate, I stared at the man responsible for the miserable state Emma was in. I thought of the situation she was in and the trauma she might have been going through all these years. Anger and hatred surged through me, and I looked at my men, stretching out a hand to them.
“Hand over the knife,” I said to them and held the gaze of
