Playing with the devil!!! [ON HOLD]

Playing with the devil!!! [ON HOLD]

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"Ashton, please you don't have to do this, I'll do anything you want just please let me go" I begged for the thousandth time, tears streaming down my face. He didn't even look remorseful, instead he had a sick smile on his face, that told me that I'd better prepare for my near death. "Please??? "I tried one last time, trying to wiggle out of the rope holding my hands together at the back of the metal chair I was tied to, to no avail. And only one word from him had my world crashing down. "No" ************************************ He's danger.. She's a loveable soul... They once had a good past together but something changes... He comes back after seven years and the only thing he wants is... To see her dead... ************************************ Read to find out what happens my lovelies.....
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Ashton's glare flicks between the beer bottle and the commotion outside before settling on me. He takes a slow step forward, and I unconsciously take two back until I'm flat against the wall behind me. His body is flush against mine. Our lips centimeters apart as his knuckles drag across my cheek. It takes an incredible amount of strength to resist the urge to lean against them. "You know, you have this really annoying habit. This habit of sticking that cute little nose of yours..." He flicks my nose and I smack his hand away, meeting his glare with my own. "...into shit that has nothing to do with you." All this time I've forgotten who I'm dealing with. I met Ashton as the composed new kid. A random person with a random story completely separate of mine. But as he inches forward, angry blue eyes illuminated by the fireworks outside, I'm reminded of just how dangerous Ashton Brooks really is. And just how much both of us have to lose. "And you know what they say," he whispers, tilting my chin up. "Curiosity killed the cat." *** Where two broken souls meet to repair the damage inflicted by their intertwined pasts.

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