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.

caught sight of the bloodstains upon my arm. He

still being followed!” Danny said,

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 life is at stake

was referring to me

of blood. I leaned

went several more rounds. He glanced back at me and said, “Sir, she might

his eyes shut. At Danny’s remark, he

think they’re

Abe said with amusement. “No matter, to

to the villa, we

had passed out before making

white sheets that

had noticed was the pain in my arm which seemed to have spread. Even the slightest movement was too much

into bed, drenched in a cold

I hadn’t had anything to drink

next to

and grabbed a glass. I glanced

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

thin smile across his lips. “Would you

throat’s parched,”

next to me. With his hands around my waist, he held me up and leaned me on his body against

sensed my reluctance. “You’re not well. Don’t even

with him. He held the