All Chapters of Craving Mr Redd: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CARLOSThe ticking of the wall clock echoed through the screen-lit room, each sound more dreadful than the last. They were cruel reminders of every second she had spent there.It had been a week, five days, and twenty-three hours with constant nightmares and the backward slide of his sanity.The walls he had spent six years building to gather the broken pieces of himself were failing fast.He no longer saw himself as the one they tore apart each day. He saw her. Kyla. Being treated the same way he once was.“Hey, man,” Michael’s voice echoed through the speaker. “He’s here.”The door hissed open as Carlos stepped into the room. Across from him sat his therapist. The old man straightened at the sight of Carlos, lips parting slightly.The room grew tense and silent.“I see you’ve gone back, without my knowledge,” Doctor Ethan said. “Now all I see in your eyes is the man from six years ago.”“That’s not why I called you,” Carlos muttered, his voice low and stripped of warmth. “You’ve kno

John paused for a long time. A shadow fell over his face as he stared at the woman before the barricades.“I see she is really your weakness.” Cordelia stepped closer, until her face was inches from the barricades. “One I would love to use against you.”“You know this very person is your flesh and blood.”“One you stole from me?” She scoffed. “I have no connection with her. I never got to hold her in my arm, watch her grow or know her smile or laughter. In fact, her very existence drives me insane.”John remained calm. Exhaling, he sighed. “You need to stop. Stop this madness, Liah, before it’s too late.”“Too late? You think anyone can stop me?” Cordelia eyes blazed with anger. “Your father was once unstoppable," John's voice was soft despite the storm in Cordelia's eyes. "I understand your pain, Liah. You should take that out on me, not someone else. You want me. You have me.”“That is not the reason why I keep you here,” Cordelia whispered. “I want you to break. I want you to feel

Roaring engines echoed through the desert, dust gushing at the harsh wind like an explosion had just occured.John and the others inside the van bounced as the military van galloped. The chair squeaked, and a gunshot blast through the air as Alex and Raymond shot at the cars chasing them.For the past half an hour they have been chased by the serpent relentlessly. John struggled to steady himself; his legs hurting. Occasionally, her let out a groan forcing himself to stay put. His leg was still bleeding, hurting so much, he couldn't breath properly, yet he turned to Raymond and said.“Give me a gun.”“No man, try holding hard onto something and focus on staying alive. We'll handle this.”John groaned. “You can’t get them off if you keep shooting like that."Raymond galnced at his leg, hesitant. "Get me a gun," John grinded out.“John…”“Listen to the van engine,” John cut him off. “Soon we’ll run out of fuel, and not only will you fail your promise to Carlos, but we’ll all die here,

“Was she a lot of trouble?” John asked, his tone calm as he stared through the hospital’s transparent glass, Carlos seated beside him.“Can’t you tell?”John chuckled. “ I’m still wondering how you two managed to get along.”Carlos’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He shifted his gaze to John. He had lost weight, his skin pale, with a few visible bruises.“I missed you, old man,” he said with utmost sincerity. “And I’m sorry I wasn’t there to save you.”“Are you crazy?” John said softly. “You’ve done more than enough for me, Carlos. None of this would have been possible without you. You protected my daughter, saved me, and saved her. I will forever be grateful, my friend.”Carlos nodded. His jaw clenched as he returned his gaze to the view before him.“Seems you’re doing better without your glasses. That’s good to see.”Carlos bit the inside of his cheek. He had noticed that too. He could keep his nerve imbalance in check without his glasses as long as Kyla was close.“Guess I’m sick of them,” h

John blinked, looking confused.“Let me help you.” Cordelia leaned forward. “Your friend was supposed to be her protector, her handler. Not crawl into bed with her and brand her as his. He took her to the very same club, into the very same lifestyle you were against. Carlos has always had something with crossing the lines, hasn’t he?”John swallowed the excess saliva in his throat. His face paled as sheet. "What?"Cordelia looked satisfied by John's expression to the news. “He set rules, treated her like a desire, and when your daughter wanted something real, he left. And that led to her taken.”“Is that true?” His question wasn't directed at Cordelia. It was to Carlos, who was listening on the other side. “Was everything she said true, or is she just simply drunk?”Carlos sighed low on the other side. The silence that followed was heavy. Then finally...“It's true, John. I'm sorry…”“Fuck,” John muttered, his eyes shutting momentarily as if taking in the news. “Fuck, Carlos. Fuck.”