Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 111

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 anhour 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 SullivanGroup's investment projects.

Ivan was sitting in the passenger seat beside the driver. Every now and then he'd glance at therearview mirror to look at Victor. The interior of the car was dark, owing to the special film coveringthe 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 eyelashesnearly 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 evenin his fatigued state, he still looked classy and well put together. Ivan turned his gaze out thewindow. 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 redtraffic 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 theopening ceremony for the food festival.

Usually, it's held in the Western District, but this year it's being held in the Eastern District.” Ivanknew the food festival was an annual event held in Apliaria. It had been happening for as long as hecould remember. But such things didn't interest him. He wasn't a foodie, and usually just stayedaway from the busy crowds. As he was about to look away, he suddenly saw someone herecognized 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. Fromwhat he could tell, she was standing on the side of the road talking to someone on the phone. Ivanlooked back at Victor and chewed nervously on his lip. He didn’t know if he should wake him andtell him that Rachel was standing right across the street from them.

Before he could even make a decision, Victor slowly opened his eyes. “What?” he asked in agrumbling, sleep-fogged voice. It appeared as if the weight of Ivan’s stare had woken him. “Mr.Sullivan,” Ivan said and then hesitated. He stared at Victor for a moment then continued, “I... I sawMiss Bennet.”

Victor stared at him almost blankly before he said, “Okay.” As he spoke, a cold look came over hisface that suggested he had no interest in what Rachel was doing. Ivan turned around awkwardlyand stared out the window again. It had been the wrong decision to say anything. Victor settledback into his seat and turned his head so he could look out the window. He could see Rachelstanding there, like just another person on the street.

Only she stood out from the rest of the crowd. Well, to him anyway. He had to wonder who she wason the phone to. She was smiling so gently and happily. It made her face seem soft, innocent...Different from when she'd been with him. She'd always looked angry and aggressive. The red lightflickered off and the green light came on. The driver put the car into gear and started off along theroad again. Victor kept his cold eyes glued to the window, but his expression was relaxed andindifferent.

He closed his eyes and was about to look away. Suddenly, a car horn blared shrilly over the soundsof traffic. Victor turned his attention back out the window, just in time to see Rachel had been sweptup by the crowds and was being pushed into on-coming traffic. The warning hoot had come fromthe truck that was barreling straight towards her, Victor's eyes widened.

Ivan raised his head and turned his attention to the scene unfolding before him. His face went palewith 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 squealingbrakes brought him back to his senses. He blinked rapidly and looked out the window in time to seeVictor scoop Rachel into his arms and roll her along the ground to safely.

The truck managed to stop; right where Rachel had been standing. If Victor had been one secondtoo slow, the truck would have hit her. Ivan threw the car door open and hurried to them. Victor washolding Rachel cradled in his arms, gently brushing her hair out her face, and off the bleeding patchon her forehead.

As they'd rolled, she'd hit her head hard enough on a loose stone that she was now unconscious.“Do you know who was driving that truck?” Victor suddenly asked, pulling himself out the memoriesof the accident. “Yes. The truck driver's name is Tripp Miller. He's a delivery man for the frozenseafood industry. I believe he was delivering equipment. I've cross-examined his bank account andhis background.

There is nothing there that suggests he has anything to do with Miss Bennet,” Ivan said, carefullyrecounting all the information he'd found out. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip before hecarefully asked his next question, “Mr. Sullivan, you don't think this was an accident, do you?”Victor stayed silent. He narrowed his eyes as his expression darkened. He didn't look up fromRachel's passive face. He kept his gaze carefully trained on her ashen features, reliving the feeling ofher slowly losing consciousness in his arms. He remembered what the wound on her forehead hadlooked like before it was patched up: deep, gaping and seeping blood down her face and into herhair.

She'd been pale from both pain and shock. As they'd rolled away from the truck, Victor had heardher mutter, “It hurts..." Her blood was striking against his white shirt. Almost accusing in a way.When he realized she was going to faint, he had gripped her face in his hands to force her to look athim.

Panic had nearly choked him as he watched the light slowly leaving her eyes. He was so terrifiedthat she would never wake up again if she dropped into unconsciousness. “Rachel, stay awake. Iswear, if you don't, I'll send your damn maid to Crown Club immediately. Do you hear me?”

He gripped at her hand, trying to impress his will onto her. He held her tightly, hoping the pressurewould help to keep her awake. The force of his grip was so great that her delicate white skinimmediately began to go red and bruise. Rachel tried her hardest to stay awake. Her eyes keptfluttering and she looked like she wanted to speak...

But in the end she lost to the darkness of unconsciousness.

Now, sitting in this hospital ward looking down at her prone from, Victor felt uncontrollable feelingsfor her. What scared him most was the fact that they were growing “Ivan, send someone to keep aneye on that driver,” Victor said sternly, a slight frown playing at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, sir,”Ivan replied. As he dipped his head obediently, he glanced down at the wound on Victor's hand.“Mr. Sullivan,” he said worriedly, “you're hurt.

Let me get the nurse for you.” Victor looked at the broken skin on the back of his hand and saidnothing. But he didn't refuse either. He just fixed his cold eyes back on Rachel's impassive face. Backat the Sullivan family’s house, in the living room up on the second floor, Maria was busy treatingherself. She was sitting comfortably on one of the sofas while a beautician gave her a delicatemanicure.

There was a knock at the door. It was the butler. He stepped into the room, followed by anotherman. The other man was dressed all in black, with a cap on his head that was low enough to coverhis eyes. Maria looked up when the man entered. She pulled her hand away from the beautician andsat up straight. “You may leave now,” she said to the beautician. The beautician took one lookbetween Maria and the man and immediately understood. She hurriedly packed all her tools backinto her manicure kit, stood, and walked towards the

door. But as she passed by the man, she accidently caught a peak of the man’s eyes under the brimof his cap.

A pang of shock chased through her body, and she stopped. But only for a moment before sheshook her head and nearly ran out the room. “I thought I told you to keep an eye on her. What areyou doing here?” Maria asked as she looked lazily up at the man.

He had a deep scar that started between his eyebrows and slanted down over his right eye,intersecting it almost perfectly through the middle. But the most eye-catching feature of all was theeye itself; it was totally white.