Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Captivation Want Nothing But You Chapter 111 by Adolf Dunne

Stay Awake, Rachel It was hard to believe that such a traumatizing event had happened only an hour ago. And it had all started with a Maybach driving from the airport to the Sullivan Group. Victor was returning home from the Lerestin after dealing with a defect in one of the Sullivan Group’s investment projects.

Ivan was sitting in the passenger seat beside the driver. Every now and then he’d glance at the rearview mirror to look at Victor. The interior of the car was dark, owing to the special film covering the windows. Victor had his head tilted back against the headrest of the seat.

His eyes were closed, and he had one hand resting against his temple. His long, dark eyelashes nearly brushed the ridges of his cheeks, and very nearly blended into the dark rings under his eyes. He was exhausted. These past few days had been tough and he’d barely gotten any sleep. But even in his fatigued state, he still looked classy and well put together. Ivan turned his gaze out the window. They weren’t that far from the Sullivan Group now.

If Ivan was estimating correctly, they were about halfway. The driver slowed and stopped at a red traffic light. From here, Ivan could see crowds milling about in front of them. “What are they doing?” he asked curiously. The driver followed the line of Ivan’s stare. He gave a nod and said, “It’s the opening ceremony for the food festival.

Usually, it’s held in the Western District, but this year it’s being held in the Eastern District.” Ivan knew the food festival was an annual event held in Apliaria. It had been happening for as long as he could remember. But such things didn’t interest him. He wasn’t a foodie, and usually just stayed away from the busy crowds. As he was about to look away, he suddenly saw someone he recognized out the corner of his eye. Ivan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He blinked, then looked back at the woman. Sure enough, it was Rachel; just as he’d thought. From what he could tell, she was standing on the side of the road talking to someone on the phone. Ivan looked back at Victor and chewed nervously on his lip. He didn’t know if he should wake him and tell him that Rachel was standing right across the street from them.

grumbling, sleep-fogged voice. It appeared as if the weight of Ivan’s stare had woken him. “Mr. Sullivan,” Ivan

the window again. It had been the wrong decision to say anything. Victor settled back into his seat and turned his head so he could look out the

She’d always looked angry and aggressive. The red light flickered off and the green light came on. The driver put the car into gear and started off

traffic. Victor turned his attention back out the window, just in time to see Rachel had been swept up by the

unfolding before him. His face went pale with horror. He whipped around in his seat to look at Victor. “Mr. Sullivan…” But Victor wasn’t there. The backseat was empty. Ivan hadn’t even noticed that he’d got out the car. The sound of squealing brakes brought him back to his senses. He blinked rapidly and looked out the window in time to see Victor scoop Rachel

If Victor had been one second too slow, the truck would have hit her. Ivan threw the car door open and hurried to them. Victor was holding Rachel cradled in his arms, gently brushing her

Victor suddenly asked, pulling himself out the memories of the accident. “Yes. The truck driver’s name is Tripp Miller. He’s a delivery man for the frozen seafood industry. I believe he was delivering equipment. I’ve cross-examined his bank account

suggests he has anything to do with Miss Bennet,” Ivan said, carefully recounting all the information he’d found out. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before

Rachel’s passive face. He kept his gaze carefully trained on her ashen features, reliving the feeling of her slowly losing consciousness in his arms. He remembered what the

they’d rolled away from the truck, Victor had heard her mutter, “It hurts…” Her blood was striking against his white shirt. Almost

eyes. He was so terrified that she would never wake up again if she dropped into unconsciousness. “Rachel, stay awake. I swear, if you don’t, I’ll send your damn maid to Crown

the pressure would help to keep her awake. The force of his grip was so great that her delicate white skin immediately