All Chapters of Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11: The Dark Room

Elodie's POV I dragged myself towards the door he had just exited. My knees and palms still burning, cheeks still stinging, but the little fight left in me kept me moving.Even though I couldn’t make out anything, I soon reached the door. He'd locked it from outside, but a small piece in me that hoped the lock would turn as I tried on the handle, didn't work.My heart dropped. I twisted it again, and still nothing. I winced as I stood up slowly, my hands against the wall, scalp sweaty and hair spread across my face, messy. I turned to my side, took a deep breath in, and banged my shoulder against it.I groaned painfully, clutching my shoulders as the pain settled in. And the iron door stood mounted like a rock.A laugh escaped me. Not because anything was funny, but because I couldn’t believe this was happening.“No…” I whispered, trying to keep my breathing steady and control my emotions. I lightly tapped the door, and it didn't rattle.Then I banged again and again, till it got lo

Chapter 12: Don't Flatter Yourself

Elodie's POV '...Little Red.'My breath hitched and my toes curled when he said it. Of course, he would pick the most obvious thing to call me. Red, as in my hair.And the way he had said it. Only a man like him would take a word so normal, and make it sound so dark and wishful at the same time.I hated the way it rolled out of his mouth. And I hated even more how my body had reacted to it.I've received a fair share of bullying in my middle and high school because I was a redhead. Kids would laugh at how wild, curly, and bright it was. They would go on to stick papers, pencils, wraps, and even gum on my hair.It didn't faze me then, and I was almost certain it wouldn't now. Almost.He pulled up to his full length, his eyes peering down at me. "Get up," he said, his voice was back to being authoritative and detached. I didn't move from my spot. I watched as he turned and started toward the door. He stopped and turned his head to look at me."You can tell me if you love it here, and

Chapter 13: Sick, Twisted Fantasies

Elodie's POV Two days passed very slowly. I was locked in that fancy room all through, listening to my thoughts and counting numbers while my last brain cells gradually rotted. Well, better here than that dark room.In these two days, Valiente has been nowhere to be seen. He didn't come to see me.With nothing to do, I would pace back and forth over a thousand times in the room, cry a few times, think about mom and dad, and what they'll be feeling right now. Were they looking for me?A doctor came to treat me the noon after Valiente brought me back here. It was surprising that he kept to his word.I was examined and prescribed a few drugs and ointments for my bruises. The doctor said his assistant would give the medication to Valiente, before he left.Breakfast, lunch, and dinner have been served diligently and on time by Camille. Her head always remained low while she was in the room.On the first day she came in with my meal, she shuddered when I tried to strike up a conversation w

Chapter 14: Guests Has Arrived

Valiente’s POVPeople always thought violence looked loud—raised voices, broken things, blood staining expensive floors.They were wrong.Most of the important decisions in my life have been made quietly—a signature, a nod, even a man changing his mind before I had to repeat myself.Power had never been about who could shout the loudest. It had always been about control. Knowing what belonged, what stayed, and what left.My house worked the same way.Nobody ended up under my roof without reason. They either worked for me, feared me enough to obey, or had nowhere else to go.The girl upstairs fit none of those things.She didn’t work for me. She wasn’t scared enough. Most people who were brought into my world quickly understood that resistance only made things harder.But she didn’t.From the moment Cruz dragged her through my front door, her mouth hadn’t stopped. She’d questioned, argued, demanded, and even made threats she had no way of keeping.She refused food, refused instructions

Chapter 15: Little Red

Valiente's POVI sat at the head of the table, one hand resting on the table while an empty plate sat in front of me.The guests chatted and laughed loudly, clinking glasses, stuffing themselves with food, and boasting about their recent abduction.I watched but didn’t speak. Not yet. I had an army of hundreds of men. These weren’t special, they were a bunch of loud men mistaking recklessness for power.I began putting food onto my plate, my ears picking up on the conversation before me. Or more like empty chatters.Only one man didn't speak much. He listened and chimed in when needed. Mr Cruz."... as the English would say, 'she was a sight to behold!' Hahaha!" One of them said, with a proud expression on his face, and the others joined in laughing.“Ah, cómo me arrepiento de no haberme divertido con la rubia antes de que la compraran," 'I regret not having some fun with the blondie before she was bought,'. another said. "That bitch had the softest boobs!" Another roar of laughter f

Chapter 16: At The Table

Elodie's POV I don't want to be here. I seriously want to be anywhere else but in the same room as these blood-thirsty, heartless monsters. At this moment, the dark room was ten times more preferable.It was a room full of the people who had abducted and maltreated me. Not just me, but the other girls as well. They were eating and drinking and laughing, all comfortably. Like what they do to innocent girls isn't something to have sleepless nights over.And worst of all, I was seated on my captor's lap. When he'd call me, I didn't expect him to pull me on him so suddenly. He'd done it so easily, as though it were the simplest thing in the world.And the grin on his face was so distracting.I stared down at my fingers, feeling his hot breath on my neck. Why did I have to wear my hair up tonight?I blame Camille. 'You look really pretty with your hair down,' she'd told me. Out of spite, I pushed my hair into a messy bun—as if my hair couldn't be any messier.I could feel his breath tra

Chapter 17: Sombra

Elodie's POV Soon, dinner was over and Cruz and his men had just left the dining room. Valiente had his butler see them out of the mansion while I still sat on his lap.I avoided his gaze now that it was fixed on me. While Cruz and his men were still there, I hadn’t paid much attention to it. But now that they were gone, I suddenly felt self-conscious.After two seconds of stillness, I tried to get up, but his strong arm tightened around my waist, pressing me back down.I frowned and finally looked at him. “Can I leave now?” I asked.I wasn’t really asking for permission. I was reminding him that he couldn’t keep me on his lap forever.His brow raised, and his signature grin stayed plastered on his face. "What's the rush?" He asked.I glared even harder. Was this guy being serious? "The show's over, remember?" I said, gesturing to the empty seats. "Your guests are gone, now you can stop the act.""Were we acting?" He narrowed his brow. His hand moved on my waist and my eyes widened i

Chapter 18: Echoes And Shadows

Elodie’s POVIt’s been days since I stormed out of the dining room after Valiente introduced me to his cat. Since then, I haven’t seen him.I was back to being locked inside this room, day and night, with nothing to do but stare at the walls and wait for the next meal.Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, my mind drifts back to that evening. To the way he’d pulled me onto his lap. The way his fingers had absentmindedly played with the zip of my dress. The way he kept calling me Little Red.That was the worst part.No matter how hard I tried to push it away, I could still hear his voice whispering the nickname in my ear.For my meals, either Julie or Camille brought them in. I preferred it when Camille came. She hardly spoke, but unlike Julie, she wasn’t always looking for a reason to insult me.Ever since that dinner, though, something had changed. She seemed nervous whenever she was around me. It was as if she wanted to tell me something but was too frightened to open her mouth.Li

Chapter 19: IV Drips

Elodie’s POVBy the evening of the third day, my body had begun to give in.My hands trembled from hunger. My vision blurred every now and then, and a dull ringing refused to leave my head.Still, I didn’t touch the food.If I had to choose between starving and eating something from this house… I’d rather starve.I lay back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as I tried to slow my breathing. Sleep was just beginning to pull me under when a loud bang.My eyes flew open. I shot upright, clutching the blanket tightly against my chest.A gunshot?My gaze darted around the room before settling on the window. Another loud bang echoed through the estate, followed by distant shouting.My heart pounded. What was happening out there? I pushed the blanket aside and forced myself to my feet.The room tilted almost immediately. I grabbed the edge of the bedside table before I could fall. The dizziness passed after a few seconds.I took another careful step toward the window, determined to s

Chapter 20: Asking Questions

Elodie's POV The doctor had said I needed sunlight. Apparently, being locked in a room for days with little human interaction and no food wasn’t healthy. Who would’ve thought, right?What I didn’t expect was for Valiente to take that recommendation seriously. And I definitely didn’t expect him to come with me.I walked ahead slowly, trying not to limp too obviously, pretending I wasn’t hyperaware of the sound of his footsteps behind me. The garden was much bigger than I’d imagined. A narrow stone path stretched ahead, surrounded by dark flowers and tall trees. Their branches spread so wide that they blocked most of the sunlight, leaving the garden covered in cool shadows.Old stone statues stood between the trees, their faces hidden beneath thick vines. They looked old and forgotten, almost like they were watching anyone who walked past.A soft breeze rustled the leaves above me. Somewhere nearby, I could hear water flowing from a fountain.The garden should've felt peaceful. Instea

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