Shadows In Durango

Chapter 115

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

The tires screeched as I swerved the car down on to the right street, having just ended a frantic call with Daryl who one second was finding no luck as he knocked on a few doors near to where he found the silver Jag to be parked, only before he started freaking out and saying he could see Sofia on a fucking roof!

The call quickly ended in a frenzy, which only forced me to press down harder on the gas to get there before it was too late!

Reid was beside me, gripping the dashboard, his face set in grim determination as Emma freaked out in the back - talking incoherently as neither of us listened.

Ahead of me, I eventually spotted Sofia, her figure barely visible on the roof of a house which caused for me to swerve the car up on to the front lawn - not caring about the damage caused to it or the car.

She looked frantic and terrified, her voice barely carrying out over the distance as she screamed out for help before calling my name.

"FUCK!" I shouted, throwing the door open before the car had even fully stopped.

I barely registered Reid yelling at me to wait as I bolted from the car. The urgency to get to her taking over all else as he quickly followed me.

But then, as we both began to take in the smashed downstairs window and the state of Sofia up on the roof, the sound of a gunshot tore through the air, a deafening crack that seemed to freeze time.

I saw Sofia flinch on the roof, her screams ripping right through me.

I barely caught a glimpse of Reid as he dove back behind the car, his hand instinctively moving to his head unsure of where the sound had even came from. Gunshots?!

I didn't think next - I just moved.

I

I sprinted towards the house, eyes darting toward the shattered window as I forced myself through it and ignored the shards of glass piercing me.

There was no time to think, no time to plan. Sofia was up there on the roof, and Ashton was armed... he could shoot her at any minute!

I scanned my surroundings once I was inside, my eyes adjusting to the chaos locked within.

The living room to my right was trashed - furniture overturned, glass shards littering the floor, as if a storm had ripped through it.

But I barely registered the destruction.

ears were ringing from the loud sound of gunshots, but beneath that, I could hear something someone coughing and

coming out was guttural and wet, horrific to anyone that could

it echoed from, horrified at what I find laying at the

out, my voice catching

slumped against the wall, his clothes

sound rougher than the last, a

side, pooling around him on the floor. His eyes were

Daryl, just hold on! You'll make it through this! FUCK!"

for a second as I reached him, but they were glassy, barely conscious. "V-Vin..." he croaked, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "I- he's - Sof..." He coughed again, his body convulsing in total

his wound in a desperate attempt to stem

but Daryl's breathing was shallow, his face growing

hospital! But

- movement. A shadow disappearing into one of the rooms at the far end of the corridor and reminding

for a girl anymore - this was far more

be right back for you!" I state, even though I wasn't sure if he could

I couldn't waste time.

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to stop Ashton before he hurt anyone else

careful, but the anger was too strong, too

too far with the wrong

him straight away, but instead, I squint oddly to find an old woman lying unconscious on the bed - assuming to

was pale, her chest barely moving at all, with an empty pill bottle spilled out across the

the corner of

A glint of metal.

Ashton.

the side as a second shot exploded out

head, embedding itself into the wall behind me with

door, the gun trembling in his hand, his blood

this

into him with full force, sending us both crashing out

wasn't done. He lashed out with a wild punch that caught me in the side of the head, the impact making my vision blur ever so slightly which made

until I heard the crack of bones as he screamed out like a girl, before I followed through with my

back into the walls, fists flying in every direction but never managing