Shadows In Durango

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****Vincent's POV****

Driving towards my parents' 'holiday cottage' by the beach, I press down on the gas knowing that the sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can go back home.

My phone rings as I grow closer. I press the button on my steering wheel to answer it, playing the voice through the car.

"Where are you, Vin? We've been here for hours and my girl has started to think that I'm fucking around on her now!" Leroy speaks out, as I take the next turn towards the cottage.

"I'm coming down the dirt road right now, I'll be there in five," I respond briefly, trying to keep my cool since Leroy had done me a favor by staying there overnight to keep a watch with Quade.

I didn't need any of this to fuck up... not after what those bastards did. I didn't want them to escape, not that I think they would even be capable of that, but I didn't want to risk it nonetheless.

As I pull up to the cottage, the ocean's scent and the sound of waves crashing nearby do nothing to calm my building anger.

I spot Leroy pacing near the porch, his silhouette illuminated by the sunlight which would be slowly setting soon.

I park up and step out, slamming the door gaining Leroy's attention as he flicks his cigarette down onto the floor and stomps it out.

"About damn time," Leroy mutters his complaint, walking over to meet me. "They've been getting restless now - probably their longest time without drugs in a while I bet." He suddenly laughs, as I nod stiffly.

"Have they tried anything smart?" I ask, grabbing the bag from the trunk before closing it again.

"No, but they're on edge. Can't blame them, now that they're sober they must know that they've fucked up! One of them has been a cheeky shit though!" Leroy says, leading the way to the back of the cottage as though I didn't already know where to go. "So what's the plan?" He turns and asks over his shoulder.

the weight of the situation bearing down on me. "We get them to explain themselves and why they did what they did. If they don't, then we

once I was pissed off to this extent, there was no going

laugh since they moved around so much that they technically didn't even have a set home. The place was quiet, as I knew Quade would be down

keep watch?" Leroy suggests as I agree to the idea and watch him flop down onto

the back towards the kitchen, reaching the brown door leading down to what had become my torture chamber for

windows and an array of garden and home tools hung around

back to back on two chairs in the middle of the

another normal day for

did nothing," one of them says,

will be the withdrawals

continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for

yours. Now, you're going to tell me everything I want to know if you want to leave here alive." I spit on him, degrading him completely as worry flashes across his features but he chooses to bite

to my left, a man with a bruised and busted up face, spits on the floor at my feet in defence of his buddy. "We don't fucking have anything to tell

How sweet.

that doubles him over. "Try again," Quade growls, identifying himself as the one who had no doubt caused the same assault on

Where is the money?" I pace back and forth before them, tossing my bag on to the floor and allowing

to breathe after Quade's heavy punch to the gut. "We... we don't have

tongue mockingly, considering my next move. "Quade, go boil the kettle upstairs." I smile at them

to test me

attention back to the first of the two. "You don't want him to come back down here with that water, trust me. Tell me what I want to

stuff. We didn't know that the girl was in a gang or we would have left her alone! We just thought she was an easy target - please! We made a mistake!" He screams his statement, sickening me with his admission despite

preyed on and stole from the weak just