“Not the time for jokes, Little Dove. How's she doing?” he asks as he kisses my cheeks to my lips. I sink into him the minute his mouth is on mine.
“He-he fucking stabbed her, Ash. Like more than a normal person would. He tried to kill her.” I say as he pulls away looking me in the eyes.
“How many times?” he asks, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Seven times,” I whisper as his eyes widen and anger takes over his features. His jaw tenses as his hands that were once splayed on my back are now in fists.
“I’m going to kill him.” He snarls and I shake my head as tears fall down my cheeks.
“Ash, you can't, you can’t go around killing people who hurt us.” I say and he smirks.
“You wanna fucking bet!” He growls and I gasp.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I ask but he shakes his head, pacing the room.
“I’ll explain once she’s awake. There is something I have to tell the both of you. I’m not going to explain it twice. So let it go for now and wait until our girl wakes up. Okay?” He asks and I nod.
“Fine! Can you just hold me? It’s been a very stressful few hours and I didn’t know if you were coming here or what was going on. I have questions, Ash. Like who is Mr. Rodriguez-Rivers and how do you have a Doctor on payroll? Like what thefuck? I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other?” I growl and he places his finger against my lips.
“Spiraling Sally. I need you to chill. I’ll answer everything once Riley is awake. I promise.” He smiles, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine.
“Ugh, whatever! Asher. Again just fucking hold me for a bit please. That’s the least you can do!” I yell and he laughs.
“I think the doc needs to stitch your head. Did you know you have a gash right here?” he points, pressing his fingers on the side of my head. I wince, scrunching up my nose at the pain, jabbing me in the skull.
“Ouch, fuck! Don't touch it!” I scold and he lifts his hands in surrender.
“Okay, okay. Come sit. Then the doc needs to check on you.” He tells me as he spins, dragging me towards the couch and pulling me down into his lap, wrapping his arms around me. Melting into his chest I sigh which only makes him squeeze me tighter. “I was so scared, Peyton. That motherfucker sent me videos of the two of you bleeding out and he slashed my tires. I didn’t think I’d make it to you guys. I’ve been in panic mode trying to get here.” He confesses and I place a soft kiss on the bottom of his chin.
“You know I love you right?” I ask as his eyes shoot down to mine.
“You do?” he asks with a raised brow.
“So fucking much Asher. I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I just didn’t have the balls to say it.” I admit and he chuckles.
“I love you too, Peyton.” He whispers, kissing the tip of my nose.
Now if our girl would wake up, then we can tell her how much we love her too.
Chapter three
Loving you is easy
Riley
Peeling my eyes open I hear beeping, letting me know I was saved. Looking to my left I see Peyton and Asher snuggled on the couch.
“H-hey,” I rasp, my throat feeling like sand paper. Their eyes snap to mine and widen in surprise causing me to smile. They quickly get up and rush over to me. Asher reaches me first, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips as Peyton drags a chair over on the other side of me leaning her face against my other hand. “I’m so glad you both are here. I would’ve been so scared if I woke up alone,” I admit as a tear falls from my eyes. Asher leans in and wipes it away, smiling down at me as Peyton lifts her head, reaching for the white styrofoam cup.
“Drink this, it will make your throat feel better,” she tells me, bringing the straw to my chapped lips. I take a sip of the ice cold liquid and sigh when it hits my throat, making me drink some more before I nod, letting her know to take it away. She removes it and I reach for the remote on the bed, pressing the button toraise me up some more. As the bed pulls up I shift and yell out in pain. My stomach feels like someone ripped it to shreds.
“Easy, baby. Let me lift you,” he suggests but I shake my head.
“No, I'm fine now. I’m so thankful to be alive. Who saved us?” I ask and a short older man comes into the room and I raise a brow.
“Hey, Riley. I’m doctor Harold Liebman. It’s nice to meet you. I just wish it was on better circumstances.” He smiles.
“Me too. Thank you for saving me.” I say but he shakes his head.
