LOGINI came to Hawaii chasing sun, surf, and freedom. Instead, I woke up drugged, locked in a cage, and halfway across the world. They said I was payment for a debt I never owed. They called me a gift for Valiente Cárdenas, Mexico’s most ruthless cartel heir. He never asked for me. He didn’t want me. But the moment I fought back, I caught his dangerous attention… and sealed my fate. I should be plotting my escape every second his gaze burns into me. Instead, I’m caught in a dangerous game with a man who commands fear wherever he goes. He calls me Little Red, and every time he says it, I hate how difficult it becomes to remember that he’s my captor, not my salvation. And the more I uncover the man behind the monster, the more dangerous my situation becomes. Because the greatest threat isn’t that Valiente Cárdenas might destroy me. It’s that somewhere between his cruelty and the moments that leave me questioning everything, I’m beginning to lose sight of the freedom I’m supposed to be fighting for. ☾⋆⁺₊✧✧✧✧✧₊⁺⋆☽
View MoreValiente's POVMy head rested on my hands on the pillow as I stared blankly at the ceiling.Every little sound didn't get past me—the ticking of the clock, the chirping of crickets in the distance, and the low breathing from the woman beside me.Even the wires that worked tirelessly in my head were loud.I couldn't sleep.Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I'd had a proper nap.A frown rested between my brows, my breathing even, as I thought back to the man who broke into my house. Into my home.How he'd traced Little Red to the kitchen was still a mystery.I'd been attending to important business in the study, talking with Alaric and Cassiano about the new shipment schedule until midnight.Only when I felt a dull ache at the side of my head did I know I needed a few seconds of shut-eye.I'd left the study, and I heard a faint sound coming from the kitchen. It was so vague.Anyone would've ignored it. I didn't. I've always had a keen ear for hearing distant noises that were
Elodie's POVI climbed into the large, soft bed at once and brought the blanket over my head, hoping to fall asleep before Valiente came out of the bathroom.If I managed to sleep before he came out, he wouldn't do anything to me.My heart thundered against my rib cage as I pressed my eyes closed, willing sleep to come faster than it ever had in my life.I could hear the clock ticking, one second after another, each one tightening my stomach a little more.Soon, I heard the bathroom door open, then close. I shivered, holding the sheet over my head tightly, my fingers curling into the fabric.His footsteps were faint, almost inaudible, like he was deliberately making himself seem mysterious.My breath caught when the bed dipped beside me, followed by a chuckle. "A barricade. Impressive," he whispered, referring to the fence of pillows I'd built down the middle.I rolled my eyes beneath the blanket. He shouldn't blame me. He is not to be trusted.The clean scent of his body wash reached
Elodie's POVI kept staring at Valiente, like he'd said the most shocking thing known to mankind.A chill ran down my spine when I remembered the way the intruder had me sandwiched between his body and the wall. The way his rough hand traced my skin, and how filthy it made me feel, like something on me would never fully wash off.My stomach turned. I wanted to throw up. I wanted so badly to throw up on Valiente's face.So he commits a crime, and I almost paid for it with my life?Why is that?I pulled away when he tried to take my hand again, my fingers curling instinctively out of his reach. He released a tired and heavy sigh. "What is it now?" He sounded exhausted, almost irritated.He dared not.He had no right to be angry. I was the one who got hurt. The cut on my hand from struggling was proof of that, a thin stinging reminder every time I flexed my fingers."This is your fault..." I whispered, my voice cracking down the middle."No, it's that man's fault," he countered. His face
Elodie's POVBy midnight, I stayed in bed, tossing and turning. My head was filled with jumbled thoughts.Every time I closed my eyes, I'd start seeing Valiente in my dream. He was shirtless and wet, with only a towel sitting low on his waist.I'd try to move, but I always seemed stuck.And every time I woke up, I was always wet between my legs.I closed my eyes for a few seconds and swallowed. I needed some water.With a loud groan, I tossed, sat up, and climbed out of bed. I would just grab a glass of water quickly from the kitchen.My vision was drowsy, my head slightly pounding. I dragged my feet out of the room and into the hallway.The halls were dimly lit. It was quiet, as most of the staff had retired for the night.The only sounds I could hear were the chirping of cicadas outside the windows and a low howl somewhere in the distance.I shuddered slightly, rubbing my arms, increasing my pace, staying quiet.I reached the kitchen door and a maid walked out. I smiled faintly as s
Elodie’s POV: What could be the harshest form of heartbreak?Death? Not really.A cheating partner? I don’t think so either.Probably when your boyfriend—the one you’ve dated for two and a half years. The one who you would love to spend the rest of your life with. The one who prepared a trip to Ha
Elodie's POV I felt a sharp sting on my skin, followed by a low buzz from the tattoo gun. The needle pierced through the flesh of my lower abdomen, digging deep. Finally reacting, I twisted on the bed. Wrong move. Because she pressed my thighs apart, hard, and a sob tore out of me. I shouldn't l
Elodie's POVI started gently, rubbing my palms over my face, stomach, and hips. I shouldn't be here. I should have never agreed to this trip.I increased the pace, scrubbing my skin, my nails leaving red lines on my body. But that didn't stop me, I went crazy. I started screaming, working faster,
Elodie's POVThey say one’s instinct is never wrong, and I should have listened to mine. That gut feeling that twisted my stomach the moment Colin showed me those tickets for this trip, that terrible nightmare I had that night—it was right. I was right to feel that way.The first thing I felt was t






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