Shadows In Durango

Chapter 19

*****Sofia's POV*****

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Vincent spits in distaste, as the warmth in my stomach quickly diminishes.

"Vincent watch it! I've been fair with you, don't give the poor girl grief!" Mr Stanley warns with a point of his finger, as Vincent pauses to think before offering a stiff nod.

I shuffle from foot to foot, no doubt looking like a deer caught in headlights, considering that he was the last person I expected to find in here...

"Sofia is it? What is your second name?" Mr Stanley pushes, grabbing his small notepad from his back pocket.

"Sofia Isabella." I whisper, feeling increasingly hot under Vincent's scorching gaze.

"Great Sofia, I'll sign you in and I'll be back in an hour to check in since I have a class to take right now. I fully expect Vincent here to be on his best behaviour and if you have any issues please feel free to pass them on to me." Mr Stanley states, eyeing Vincent warningly before moving to exit - as I had to fight back the urge in me to scream at him not to leave me here alone.

Being alone in a storage room for an hour with Vincent seemed like literal hell.

He clearly hated me, for whatever reason I don't know, but at the same time he would often confuse the hell out of me...

The second the door closed, leaving us both completely

alone, I couldn't help but think that this must be how it feels to be left alone with a psychopath... on edge and terrified of their next move at all times.

Although, this was the same guy who granted me a job here in town, as fucked up and as twisted as it seemed...

I couldn't ever read him or work him out.

He was impossible.

rack casually as I remain planted by the door - knowing

what happened yesterday!" I blunder out, like a desperate fool trying to get approval

features emotionless as he always takes his time to respond - leaving each moment between our exchanges

have to hide from her!" Vincent states as though that

even the teacher... it's just not a great fit for me." I whisper out an

got kicked out of my last class and need to do this

up my arm for comfort, not really knowing what to do or say next. I wouldn't offer to leave and go back to class, there was

swap over to doing laundry instead for next time?" I suggest, trying to make a

boxed room, before throwing

you'll just need to stay here and help!" He states firmly, turning to grab a large box from the shelf to place it on the

your way." I

me on edge, and I

in to boxes for them." He points

for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly

both only grows more uncomfortable by the minute as we both remain quiet

entirety of my time here will go on like this, Vincent speaks out

remember, what the fuck happened to my lunch orders?!" Vincent demands, as my hands tremble

I can do it again if you want me to?" I turn to face him, finding an amused

it aside to use his hands to remove the contents - his tattooed muscles flexing under his tight fitting

all I could do was

on my forehead at

you know?" He ponders, continuing to open packages and moving to sort the contents in

of whether to speak or not but knowing that even

ass of yours is actually pretty fucking decent to stare at during this... the way you bend over to sort out those boxes... I reckon that I could make some use out of you after all." Vincent concludes, watching me with each word for a reaction. His words hit me like a gut punch, as I don't

us for the