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

Ashton approached us with narrowed eyes.

A bullet whistled narrowly passed his head.

“Ashton, stay where you are if you want her to live,” Abe shouted. “Her life is far more valuable than yours. I’m not going to exchange you for her. It would be in your best interests if you allow us to leave, or I would not be able to promise that she won’t bleed to death.”

Ashton froze, his eyes locked on my arm and the ghastly pool of blood that had gathered on the ground.

“Let them pass!” he commanded his men as though it was an easy decision for him.

Joseph stared at him in surprise; he was prepared to capture Abe once and for all. “Mr. Fuller, this is our only chance to…”

“Let them pass!” Ashton repeated with his pained gaze on me.

Abe kept his grip tightly on me and walked towards a junction that led towards another path.

At the sight of Ashton lowering his gun, Abe cackled with delight.

He tossed me in the car with Danny at the wheel. He sped off as soon as the doors slammed shut.

Abe grinned down at me. His eyes were reduced to slits in his malice. “Ms. Stovall, much obliged to you for getting me out of that.”

I glared at him as fiercely as I could. The blood that I had lost was making me dizzy.

Abe laughed at my fury. “To Marshville!” he ordered Danny.

his mouth to speak but caught sight of the bloodstains upon my arm. He

still being followed!” Danny said, with a glance at

his lip curled into a cruel sneer. “If Ashton enjoys my company so much, I’d say let him come. We can show him around the city if he likes. He should know that a

to me as my arm was still

felt dizzy due to the excess loss of blood. I leaned against the door

at me and said, “Sir,

he cast a lazy glance toward me. “Are they still

sir. I think they’re

Abe said with amusement. “No matter,

of heading back to the villa, we headed toward a well-hidden

out before making sense of

I next awoke, the white sheets that I

thing that I had noticed was the pain in my arm which seemed to have spread. Even

painful attempts, I slumped back into bed, drenched in

dry as if I

fell onto several glasses of water on the table next to me but I

hand reached out and grabbed a glass.

swam into view. “Armond!” I cried, stunned. My throat seared with pain from the mere utterance of

smile across his lips. “Would you like a

parched,” I

his position and sat on my bed next to me. With his hands around my waist, he held me up and

“You’re not well.

choice but to go along with him. He held the glass