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

though he was in

with you though, something about his cocaine shit linking up with your guns to help you both become mega rich or something." I state, my tone flat and almost mocking towards

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

my suspicions that he had only sent me here to suss Chester and

so easily with the masses of protection he surrounds himself with -

from his lips the whole time and he kept waving his hands around as he spoke. He's in

screw me over?" He asks next, shocking me that he even cared for my advice in the first

he could probably get you more money if that's what you want. Just don't get too stuck with him, he seems obsessed." I confirm truthfully, before listening to him hum over what I had told him. "Obsessed, you say?" My father's voice took on a thoughtful tone. "That's

keep an eye on him," I advised. "If he starts acting erratic, you'll know he's letting his obsession get the better of him." I grumble, hating that I was even giving him my thoughts on the matter but knowing it would get him off the

final. "Good work, Vincent. I'll send you over some more cash." He states, as though

accounts already? It was as if it made him feel validated

that, the line went

leaving me with nothing but the hum of the city outside and the faint scent

Sofia asked, her voice soft but tinged with

I replied, sliding my phone back into my pocket and giving her a reassuring

us for

wasn't entirely convinced. She was getting better at reading me,

nephew. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more at

cab pulled up to the curb, and we stepped out into the warm sunlight. I paid the driver and then offered Sofia my arm again, feeling the comfort