When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

“The problem is that you’re standing right in front of us, alive and well!” I screamed at him. “You even wanted to take Ashton’s life! You ruined the first half of his life, so who the f*ck do you think you are to stand here and call him your son? A piece of sh*t like you doesn’t deserve to be called a human, let alone a father!”

Nicolas tilted his head, the hints of a smile tugging at his mouth. “I don’t deserve to be a father? And what about you? Do you think that you’re above me? Do you think you deserve to stand up on Ashton’s behalf more than I do?”

“At least I never treated him like a product and threw him away when he was no longer of any use to me,” I spat out venomously. If Ashton didn’t have the heart to deal with this piece of trash, then I wasn’t going to back down on his behalf.

I must have been a sight, my face contorted in rage as I saw red, wishing for nothing more than to tear Nicolas to pieces with my bare hands.

But in the back of my mind, I knew that all I really wanted was to protect the man I loved. Getting myself worked up over Nicolas wasn’t worth it.

Upon hearing my rant, the man in question broke out into a chuckle that grated my ears, grinning meaningfully at me.

“What are you laughing at?” I scowled, unable to stop myself from responding.

as he stared at me, but his eyes were devoid of emotion. I felt chills run up my spine at the sight of them. “Women always like to make everything into a soap opera, don’t they? You’re selfless and you’re not scheming, so you expect the same from your partner? Should I tell

seemingly refusing to

and opened the cell door, dragging Nicolas out with his arms

moment, two bodyguards entered the basement carrying a wooden chair. They made a beeline for the cell and set the chair down, taking some ropes out to tie Nicolas up to the chair. After

the chair, as well as set up a water pipe right above where the bucket

of the wooden chair, causing Nicolas to fall backward and land his head in the

around the older man, observing him carefully. When he reached the water pipe, he turned it

from the pipe, hitting

my throat. Is this… another form

sure that Nicolas would be able to hear him, his eyes fogged over with murderous intent and

that, he walked over towards me and helped me up the stairs out of the basement, stopping in his tracks briefly to call out over his shoulder, “Don’t feed