Chapter 66

• Heartburn his ass. Preston thought inwardly. It was so like Max to try and hide his pain. The guy had refused to cry even in front of him and they'd been friends for as long as he could remember. The list of embarrassing things they'd done together could fill a book and tears would probably be on the last page. Why was it so hard for him to cry on his shoulder? He'd fucking lost a son. He was entitled to break down or lose his shit. No one would judge him. But then again he'd always been stubborn. It would take more than what he was doing to get him to open up.
• He'd sat Darren down and told him it was time to man up because Max was going to be taking a long vacation. Little Gwen couldn't believe the person she once called her best friend could do something as evil as that so she'd run overseas using school as an excuse. Preston knew he was the only one who could think straight so he took turns watching the siblings. Even though he hadn't known the kid for long, he felt as if he'd lost a nephew. Thinking about it now, he realized that he should also feel guilty for not looking out for him. If he had, Lisandra wouldn't have gotten to him so easily.
• Jesus, just the thought of that woman made his blood boil. He'd known she would do anything to get Max back but her plan was diabolical. If she hadn't kidnapped him, nothing would have happened. Instead, she had ruined her life because of her selfishness. Preston hoped she would rot in prison forever. The trial had been short. She had admitted to kidnapping Emilia and Zander but claimed she wasn't the one who set the place on fire or shot Em. Like anybody cared. A child was dead because of her. Thank God kidnapping alone was a felony so she was charged with first-degree kidnapping and sentenced to the maximum time in prison. Twenty-five years.