Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

With steely gazes, they opened fire at the two men at the stime, gunning down both.

"Axel Whitaker, I'll say this one more tgo!" she yelled at him hoarsely, feeling worried for him.

The look in his eyes darkened. Still pointing the gun in his right hand toward the door, he grabbed her waist with his free hand and pulled her into a tight hug.

their eyes met, as though they meant the most

promptly shot down by Axel and Amber,

chest rise and fall while pressed against his, making his heart flutter. She snapped, "Are you trying to die withat the stime?" "See it in a more romantic light." He grinned with unbridled emotions in his eyes. "Till death do us part?" Her heart skipped a bit at his flirtatious remark. Blush colored her cheeks. No matter how hard she tried, tears kept welling up in her eyes. She made a self-deprecating comment between sobs. "Don't fool around. Dying with a woman

for me, and no one will remember me. So, Axel Whitaker, please live." "Who said so?" The look in his eyes grew intense, and his breathing beclabored. "Amber Altman, do you not takeas a human? Do you think I'm heartless?" "You might grieve for me, but it's fine. I'm just a passerby in

to escape on my own!" He frowned irritably and grabbed her hand. "You will be safe witharound you. We'll both be fine!" Carl rushed to meet with Jameson at The Millennium. He gasped, "Mr. Schmidt, you were spot on! Axel Whitaker walked into our trap. He clooking for Ms. Altman alone!" Jameson was lounging on the couch, enjoying the feelings of ecstasy from the drugs he had just injected. His usually ironed shirt was wrinkled, and his legs were spread. The wine glass in his hand faced the floor, its contents spilling on the floor. Carl felt sorry for Jameson, who had been using drugs a lot more ne frequently lately. It was not a good sign. Abusing drugs and alcohol would slowly take a toll on his health. If his health went downhill, what was the point of all the success he fought for? "The Taylors