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

are still being followed!” Danny said,

enjoys my company so much, I’d say let him come. We can show him around the city if

was obvious that he was referring to me as my arm was

loss of blood. I

several more rounds. He glanced back at me

his eyes shut. At Danny’s remark, he cast a lazy glance toward me. “Are they

I think they’re gone.” Danny

said with amusement.

to the villa, we headed toward a well-hidden

had passed out before making

awoke, the white sheets

pain in my arm which seemed

slumped back into bed, drenched in a cold

if I hadn’t had anything to

table next to me but I was unable to muster the strength

and grabbed a

view. “Armond!” I cried, stunned. My throat seared with

a thin smile across his lips. “Would you like

throat’s parched,”

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

“You’re not well. Don’t

to go along with him.