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.

as though they meant the

man rushed into the room at that time. They were promptly shot down by Axel and Amber, who fired

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

of your family will be devastated if you die. But my death will be a drop of water in the ocean. It will not cause even a ripple. No one will grieve 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 your life. The sadness is temporary, and tshall heal you." She was tired and hurt after all these years. No one spared her a

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