Chapter Fourteen
Preston
My knuckles were b****y and I didn’t give a s**t. I couldn’t rest until I found Emma, even if I had to kill everyone who got in my way. Only now, I was f****d. My link to her was gone. The car I’d tracked down was empty, just sitting on the side of the road, not far from a rough neighborhood in North Charleston. Now I was back at Glenn’s, standing at the door to the pool house. It was two in the morning, but I refused to sleep until she was safe.
I wasn’t stupid though. I knew the longer she was gone, the less of a chance I’d have at finding her. I lived in fear of hearing news reports about a young woman found dead.
I had no choice but to ask for help; I was desperate. Pulling out my phone, I found Glenn’s number. However, when I was about to press the button
