AIDEN’s POV
I groaned, pacing to and fro in the living room.
I’d been calling Emmaline for over an hour but she wasn’t responding.
Why couldn't she see the reason? Anthony was a monster.
He was a human trafficker. A despicable man.
The sound of glass shattering drew me back to reality.
I narrowed my eyes, realising the whiskey glass in my grip had broken.
“Boss!”
I turned. “This better be good news.” I snarled. “Is Emmaline at home?”
He avoided my gaze, his hands trembling as he struggled to speak.
“S-sh—”
“Aiden!”
I stood immediately, the voice settling like a command.
“Aiden! It’s me, please, open the door!”
I was at the door in a moment, practically tearing it open.
My heart sank, failing in my chest at the sight in front of me.
Her soft blue eyes were a distu
