Shadows In Durango

Chapter 77

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

Knowing that she must be hungry since she had crashed out pretty much instantly after getting back from the spa last night, I book us a table at the recommended lunch spot from the con-serge downstairs who helped to get us a cab. "Have you thought up any new games yet?" Sofia's playful tone meets my ear as we wait out front for the car to arrive, as she clutches hold of my arm to remain even closer to me.

Although the action was small, it was meaningful nonetheless. She was clearly more comfortable around me which I took as a small victory since we had came here.

One thing continued to bug me in the back of my mind though, and that was the interest Chester and his nephew seemed to have taken in her at the meeting.

They could still be keeping tabs on me, it was impossible to tell... especially when I was the one visiting his state.

He seemed to be a big shot around here...

Knowing that my father was also expecting a phone call, I decide that I best do it now as opposed to leaving it til late which would only cause a war between us.

Breaking the contact with Sofia who seems somewhat disappointed at first, I quickly say:

"I need to call my father before I forget, sorry." I state, as she nods understandably and paces around in search for our taxi.

Wasting no time, I click to call him, listening to it almost ring out completely before he eventually picks up.

was the thing that pissed me off most about speaking with

though he was in

something about his cocaine shit linking up with your guns to help

were filthy reach needed to be even more filthy rich was beyond me... it made no fucking

bitch or was he a proper gangster?" He ponders, only confirming my suspicions that he had only sent me here

not that it could happen so easily with the masses of protection he surrounds himself with - but it was clearly still his biggest fear. Watching the cab roll up, I signal to Sofia to let her know that it was ours, as we both move towards it and clammer in to

kept waving his hands around as he spoke. He's in it more for the name, not the cash." I deadpan, knowing I had judged his character

He asks next, shocking me that he even cared for my advice in the

to him hum over what I had told him. "Obsessed, you say?" My father's voice took on a thoughtful tone. "That's an interesting observation, Vincent. Obsession can be a powerful tool- or a dangerous weakness." He

that Chester had piqued his interest in more ways than one. "Just keep an eye on him," I advised. "If he starts acting erratic, you'll know he's letting his obsession get the better of

more cash." He states, as though his only

already? It was as if it made him

that, the

me with nothing but the hum of the city outside and the faint scent of Sofia's perfume beside

but tinged with concern as she

into my pocket and giving her a reassuring

us for

She was getting better at reading me, and that was both a comfort and a

and his nephew. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more at play, something beneath the surface that I hadn't yet

paid the driver and then offered Sofia my arm again, feeling the comfort of her touch as we started toward