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.

thing that pissed me

sounded as though he was

exchange went well, moneys all there and it's been put in the vault for you to pick up. He wants a contract with you though, something about his cocaine

reach needed to be even more filthy rich was beyond me...

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

he has, 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

- he had a big fat cigar hanging from his lips the whole time and he kept waving his hands around as he spoke. He's in it more for the name,

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

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 an interesting observation,

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 him." I grumble,

send you over some more cash." He states, as though

my accounts already? It was

the line went

no acknowledgment of the work I'd put in-just the click of the call ending, leaving me with nothing but the hum

voice soft but tinged with concern as she turned to

my pocket

Join us for the complete experience-all

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

nephew. I couldn't

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 of her touch as we