Shadows In Durango

Chapter 53

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

"Is it enough?" Daryl questions me, as I glance over the crates filled with machinery and guns.

"Think so, I'll need to phone and check with my Dad." I grumble, knowing that I hated whenever I would have to contact him for anything.

If people thought I was bad, then he was much fucking worse to put it lightly!

Placing the phone to my ear and eyeing the men around us who were delivering the shipment, their faces grim and distant - ready to fight us to the death if the exchange was to go wrong at any point - I pause for him to pick up. "Vincent? Make it quick, I'm in the middle of something!" My father's delightful tone fills my ear as I grit my teeth to avoid cussing him out down the line due to his attitude alone.

"There's twelve filled crates, is that the normal amount for a ninety thousand exchange?" I speak quickly, wanting to rid myself of him sooner.

He seems to think on my words, before mumbling a quick 'sounds about right, yes' as I turn to give my guys the nod before my father continues to speak:

"Next one's due in a month, I'll need you to take those crates to Illinois by the end of next week, I'll have somebody meet you there. They'll pay double what we just did to buy them from us." He orders, as I feel my blood begin to boil. "I have school, do you forget that? Get somebody else to take them!" I seethe, knowing he would often make me run around and do his dirty work for him whenever he felt like it.

"You also have a nice big house and a decent life thanks to my money so shut the fuck up and get on with it! I don't want anybody else on this one, it's an important swap with important people and you need to make a good impression for the family! Get some of the men to drive the trucks to Illinois and meet them there on a flight. I don't want to hear you cry about it Vincent, don't make me fucking fly out to you myself!" He warns, his tone dangerous but I don't flinch. I reckon these days I could give the old man a run for his money in a fight... but not when I was younger. He used to terrify me before, but not anymore....

"How's Mom?" I mutter, choosing to ignore his threats completely, having not heard from my Mother in a few months now.

She was probably still acting like a whore around my father's men to impress them... I used to hate when she did that.

evidently hating

my birthday in

before removing the phone from my ear and hitting the

count it for their own

ok at the house? Want us to bring you back some

into my pocket and approaching Daryl who looks concentrated watching

us... because that would rightly cause major problems if they did. We've had men before claim that we hadn't paid

say much when it's your Father meeting us." One

high up with the people we would do gun shipments with, but I didn't know his real name. I only knew him

his hand for his men to help pack everything into our

Where are they?" I remember, as he holds up a

important in the event that any of the trucks would be pulled over by the cops during transition. They were forged, obviously, but they had everything the cops needed to pass us through. Watching Keeper lug himself back towards me, already out of breath from the brief exercise he had embarked upon when running to the car and back, I shake my head at the state of him. The beer belly

and pull the top certificate

Great.

telling me he will be in touch soon with details of the next drop, as I nod and tell him to contact my father

out my phone when feeling it vibrate, seeing that Sofia had replied to

a fifteen minute walk away from your place. We will see you when we get

continues. Join us for the complete experience-all

How the fuck did they manage that without ID?! The bars in town were filled with old creepy drunks, probably slobbering all over them for being the

holler out, seeing him rush towards me thinking that something

did you know that they were going out drinking?" I question him accusingly watching him glare back at me