When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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.

the bloodstains upon my

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

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

he was referring to me

the excess loss of blood. I leaned against

went several more rounds. He glanced back at me and said, “Sir, she might not make

with his eyes shut. At Danny’s remark, he

think they’re gone.” Danny

with amusement. “No

switched routes. Instead of heading back to the villa, we

before making sense of our

sheets that I lay on were

noticed was the pain in my arm which seemed to have spread. Even

attempts, I slumped back into bed, drenched in a cold sweat from

dry as if I hadn’t had

water on the table next to me but I was unable to muster the

slender hand reached out and grabbed a glass. I

cried, stunned. My throat seared with

his lips. “Would you like

parched,”

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

not well. Don’t even think

no choice but to go along with him. He held the glass of water near