Preston's hands balled into fists, and that made Zayne's eyes go darker with amusement.
He cracked a smile; It was cruel and void of any real emotion. "Many have tried, Preston. Do your best, and see what happens."
Preston shook where he stood, yet didn't take his hand off Evelyn. "She's my sister!"
"And she's mine."
"I don't care!" he spat. "This has nothing to do with you. I can talk to my sister when I want and however, I please. It's family issues, none of your business. So, quit interfering and step the fuck back!"
Zayne's grip grew tighter.
Preston flinched, grunting. His eyes flew wide open in agony, veins popping up on his neck. He shot him a glare, his pride flaring up, unwilling to be intimidated.
His words grounded out through clenched teeth, "Let. Go. of me, Mr. Mancini!"
Zayne didn't budge. "Unhand her. Don't make me repeat myself."
