Todos os capítulos de Craving His Captive: The Cartel Heir's Obsession (Book 1): Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Elodie's POV Maybe I should’ve just jumped out of the window. Sure, I would’ve ended up bruised, broken a few bones… or even dead.But somehow, that felt better than the nerve-racking mess I was in now.My heart thumped loudly in my ears.The man sitting beside me didn’t seem to care how stiff I was. A faint grin lingered on his lips as his fingers drummed idly against his knee, almost like he was looking forward to whatever was waiting for us.The SUV rolled along a narrow road that curved around the back of the estate. The mansion gradually disappeared behind rows of towering trees until the forest completely swallowed it.Wait. Back into the woods?The deeper we drove, the quieter everything became. The only sounds were the steady hum of the engines and the crunch of tires over loose gravel.I stole a glance at Valiente. He was looking straight ahead.My brows furrowed. Why was he bringing me back here? And why did it feel like I wasn’t going to like the answer?I glanced out the

Valiente's POV I peered down at the unconscious girl in my arms as I climbed up the stairs to her room. She'd fainted almost immediately after she watched me kill my last 'prey'. Her screams were as piercing as the gunshots.Such a weak thing she was.Reaching the door, the guard bowed before unlocking it. I walked in and placed the girl onto the soft mattress.She stirred softly, her brows drawing slightly together. Her lips moved in a mutter. "No..." she murmured, her body releasing a small shudder, before relaxing.Looks like she'd gained consciousness. But she's still shaken by the hunt.I stood straight, staring at her sleeping figure. My mind went back to the look in her eyes when she realized I'd taken her on a killing spree.'Because after today... there's no way I'll ever survive this...'Her words came back. The tears that spilled from her eyes lingered in my mind.A smirk shaped my lips, a distant look in my eyes. Pain was a language everyone understood. After today, she

Elodie's POV I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep. I only knew that when I finally woke up, I wasn’t the same girl Valiente had dragged into the woods that morning.My eyelids felt unusually heavy when they fluttered open. Every part of my body ached, not from bruises, but from memories.I stared blankly at the ceiling until Valiente's face appeared behind my eyes. The memory of the gun and blood consumed me.My stomach twisted violently. The hunt hadn’t been a nightmare. It really had happened.Slowly, I turned my head toward the window. Golden late afternoon sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm against my face.It should’ve been comforting. Instead, all I could see was that man's head being blown off, and his blood staining fallen leaves.Tears welled up in my eyes. It slowly trickled down my nose, wetting the pillow in silent sobs.I didn't know how long I cried until I dozed off again.***I woke up to the familiar sound of the door unlocking.For a second, I simply star

Elodie’s POVI followed two steps behind the butler, staying quiet as he led me to where Valiente was.The hallway seemed strangely long this morning. Never-ending. Or maybe it was just my nerves getting the better of me.My stomach twisted with every step I took.I couldn’t stop thinking about what Valiente wanted from me. Why would he send for me this early? Trying to understand the way his mind worked was impossible.The only way I could guess what he was thinking… was to be a sadist like him.I sighed quietly, pulling my cream-colored longline cardigan tighter around myself.The mansion was unusually peaceful at this hour. The servants we passed bowed politely before continuing with their work. Some carried fresh flowers, and silver trays for breakfast. A few whispered amongst each other in Spanish, their eyes briefly glancing toward me. I frowned, knowing they were probably gossiping about the hunt.Other than that, everything else looked so… normal as though the forest wasn’t

Elodie's POV The next day came like a rush of wind. A black SUV drove carelessly through the smooth grounds of the road, the engine roaring as the driver stepped on the gas.I was in the back seat with Valiente, my body pressed against the door, trying all possible ways to make myself small and unnoticeable.Maybe it was working. Because he hadn't glanced my way in the fifteen minutes we've been on the road.Or maybe it wasn't. And I wasn't that interesting to look at. Either way, I was glad. Thinking of his gaze on me made my skin crawl, and fear seep in.The mood in the car was still and gloomy. I could perceive the tension from Valiente. His jaw was locked painfully, brows in a deep frown, and his right hand wrapped in a tight fist.In his left hand were a box of cigarettes and a black lighter. He'd been holding them since this trip started, hesitant to light a cigar.I pulled my gaze away from him and stared outside the window. Different vehicles filled the highway, with many dr