Chapter 105

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

It's 8am now and still no fucking sign of Sofia anywhere.

The worst thing was, that Daryl had called Reid back to say that no buses had left town last night after nine which ruled out that possibility...

I don't think she would have hitch hiked her way out of here either so the most probable explanation was that she was still here, somewhere in town. So where the fuck did she go?!

We had returned back to my place before Emma's parents could get back - not wanting to upset or worry them with what was going on.

Emma currently lay on the sofa battling sleep as I remained wide eyed and alert. I was far too worked up, having drank around eight coffees in the passing hours, with my mind doing overtime on where Sofia could be and what might have happened to her.

"What the fuck has happened to you three?! Vincent you look like you've just crawled your way out of hell!" I turn to find my father entering the living room, fully dressed in his shirt and slacks for the day as he eyes each of us suspiciously. Reid remained seated, his eyes blood shot red, as I all but sigh heavily - thankful that my mother hadn't followed him downstairs - at least not yet.

I need her to stay out of my way today...

With a brief shake of his head, realising that none of us were going to answer him, he walks off in the direction of the kitchen - probably to fix himself a coffee.

As soon as he gets out of ear shot, Reid turns to me, "Maybe you should go and speak to him? He could help us find her... it's not like our guys have found anything yet." Reid states the obvious as I turn my head to glance in the direction that my father had just walked off in.

I hated seeming needy and weak to him.

Hated asking for his help at the best of times.

But I suppose that he did have better connections to look in to this further and he did also have my back over how Daryl and my mother had acted last night at dinner... which was unusual from him.

the room thick and suffocating.

that if I asked for his

that, more than anything, makes my

her face a picture of exhaustion.

you know," Reid says,

just raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying

I growl, running a hand through my hair, the

at his tired eyes. "We need a lead. Something. Anything. We're running out of time - she could be half way across the country by now for all we

ticks by feels like it's sinking us further and further into the dark. The uncertainty, the

talk to him," I finally give in, my voice thick and irritated. "But don't

as I make my way toward the kitchen, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. My father's already

a moment, I just watch him, feeling the distance between us grow, even though we're standing in

voice rough, not sure where this conversation

of you can

words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. "She's gone off somewhere, and I need your help to find her. She doesn't have anywhere else to live!" I admit,

my gaze, his eyes sharp, taking in the desperation I can't fight

me to do then, Vincent? I would much prefer that you just asked

I know you've done that once before to find out who stole from your warehouse so why can't we do that again for Sofia? Maybe something will pick her up and we will

clink, his gaze hardening, eyes searching mine like he's weighing the options. The silence stretches out, but

your mess, you better not back off when it gets messy for me. Seeing how the girl reacted to the news last night didn't seem like she would be willing to go through with the marriage plan... and Frazier won't be happy about that." He explains, as I roll my eyes next. "Fuck Frazier right now, who cares?! Just don't say anything to him yet until we know where the hell she is! I just need Sofia back

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shakes his head

my worries with Sofia being somewhere out there -

keep it quiet. Don't tell anyone. Not even my mother. I don't need her trying to piss

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