Chapter Twenty-Eight
Preston
Watching that bastard touch Emma was the hardest f*****g thing I had to do. I knew he was guilty. You could see it in his soulless eyes. Those hands that held Emma’s were the same ones that took the life from my mother and sister. The thought made me sick to the core. Some days it was hard to contain the rage and today was one of them.
There was a look every demented person had, and Nathan had it in spades. If only I could get away with killing the fucker before he tried to hurt Emma. Unfortunately, she was too goddamned stubborn to see the monster right in front of her.
I made sure to put enough distance between my car and Nathan’s as I followed him off the island. I’d hoped he would go by my house so I could end it, but he didn’t. Instead, he drove to his
