Shadows In Durango

Chapter 82

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

Sinking down into the sofa by the window, I rip open the top of the white envelope and waste no time on removing its contents.

I empty it out onto the coffee table in front of me, my eyes scanning everything as it falls out.

"What the fuck?!" I say out loud, taking a moment to spread it all out before me for a better look.

This was fucked up...

Deciding that now was the time to call my father to explain everything, I retrieve my phone, rub a rough hand down my face and hit the call button.

It rings, and then rings some more, before it rings out completely and goes to voicemail.

"SHIT!" I grit loudly, before hitting the buttons to call my mother this time.

It rings once or twice, before she answers, her false tone filling my ears.

"Vincent? What's the matter baby?" She asks, as I take a deep breath to prepare myself for dealing with her.

"I'm looking for Dad." I state, as the line falls quiet for a moment.

"Oh... well he has company in at the moment..." she informs me, as I feel the bile rise in my throat knowing exactly what that meant.

How she could just stand by for so many years watching different women enter their home to please my father was beyond me.

But I guess she didn't care, since she was regularly passed between the men herself...

What a fucked up family!

"GO TELL HIM THAT HIS SON CALLED AND THAT ITS IMPORTANT! GET HIM TO CALL ME BACK!" I yell, before ending the line, suddenly riled again that he couldn't just answer when I actually needed him. Bastard.

other choice, checking my watch and seeing that it was approaching four and that school would be over soon, I hammer a quick text to Daryl telling him

talk to someone with some sense. Somebody from an outside perspective

as I swipe to answer it - placing it on speaker and putting my phone to the side to look over everything laid out in front

admit, hearing a silence fall between us - as he probably took a second to

happened? Is Sofia alright?" He asks, as I clench my jaw

was incapable of keeping her safe... but perhaps he was right

incapable of doing just

sighs heavily before I hear the school bell ringing out in the

briefly, saying a quick goodbye as I squint down at the phone not recognising their

It certainly wasn't Reid...

I ask, curiosity getting the better

He explains, before I hear a door slam signalling that he had

but Daryl doesn't give me the satisfaction which causes

you said that there was a problem?! Did you just call to rub shit in some more?!" Daryl's patience quickly plummets, as I sigh heavily knowing that there was serious shit to discuss. "Alright, ok, you're right. Stuff hasn't gone great today... I hate to admit it, but I shouldn't have brought Sofia here with me..." I trail off, hearing him start up his car as he listens

He grumbles, as I nod to

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you did, but things have gotten intense today..." I choose my words carefully, unsure of what to

Daryl pushes

when I needed somebody to help me think straight, and

I was in the bathroom taking a piss. I literally walked out to find him trying to drag her off..." I explain. "What the fuck?! Who was

her from a missing person poster at the bus station... said there was a hefty reward up

me out but was holding back, knowing I

did you do?!" Daryl questions, as I

the little fucker to a pulp and left him there! After that, we had a taxi driver take us to one of the biggest bus stations and we found the poster. I ripped it down and I've got it with me, there's a number on it which I think might be

Sofia's face, smiling bright in a cheer uniform - obviously taken from when her life was normal, I'm assuming

in the picture at the time had no idea what her life was going to

and said she would hopefully be back tonight?" Daryl questions, seeming stressed and

feared now that things wouldn't be

that one of the dumb receptionists let some random men up to my floor... now they know what number our apartment is and better yet, they've left an envelope which is why

my father's name, but instead finding that it was Daryl requesting to switch our