Shadows In Durango

Chapter 116

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

The cold, damp walls of the cell seemed to swallow in around me, making it hard to think straight.

The adrenaline that had fueled me through the chaos was gone now, leaving behind an aching body and a racing mind that wouldn't quite quit. Daryl's bloodied body kept flashing in front of my eyes, his labored breaths and fading consciousness haunting me with every second that passed.

I sat on the edge of the narrow bed, hands still trembling despite the weight of the handcuffs having long been removed.

My head pounded, not from the lucky punch Ashton had managed to land, but from the anxiety gnawing away at me.

Was Daryl even still alive?

The paramedics had worked frantically over him, but I didn't get a chance to know if they'd gotten him to the hospital in time or not...

I had tried asking the officers when they threw me in here, but no one would tell me anything. One of them had muttered something about "waiting for statements," but none of that mattered until I knew if Daryl was going to pull through. My best friend, regardless if we fought all the time, we were like brothers.

The guy who would've taken a bullet for me - who basically did take a bullet for Sofia, being the first one to charge in there to try and help without waiting for backup, probably not even knowing that he had a fucking gun waiting for him! I ran my hand down my face, feeling the sting where Ashton's punch had connected. A small price to pay considering the damage I'd left him with.

He deserved every single hit given and if I could have had things my way, I would have locked him up to torture him for the foreseeable myself for what he had done.

I should've acted faster. I should've been there sooner. I should have told Daryl to wait for us at least...

But it was too late now...

The heavy clang of a door opening broke through my thoughts.

I looked up and waited, hearing the keys jingle momentarily before I see the same officer who had processed me step inside.

His face was unreadable, a clipboard in hand as he glanced down at me. "Vincent Walker?" He recites.

"Yeah," I muttered, rising to my feet, tension tightening in my shoulders. "Any news on my friend? The guy they took to the hospital? Is he good?" I basically beg for information.

He hesitated, eyes flicking up from his notes. That brief hesitation made my heart plummet into my stomach.

"Is he " I started, but the officer raised a hand.

"He's still in surgery, nobody knows his condition yet," he said, and my knees almost buckled from the relief that hit me. Still in surgery meant he was still fighting. "They're doing everything they can. That's all we know for now." I nodded, swallowing hard, feeling the weight of it all crushing down into me again. "Thanks," I said, though the words felt empty.

officer nodded, before continuing on with whatever reason he had showed up

the street. Your girlfriend confirmed this story too. We found evidence that he was also holding her captive in the basement - also matching up to her

leave now... which means I can go to the hospital to see

we will need an official statement from you on what happened, would you prefer to do that now or to

visit my friend at the hospital." I confirm with a stiff nod, as the

of the police station gradually gave way to the dim lighting of the reception. The steady hum of murmured voices and ringing

mind was fixated on

the lobby, I spotted my parents waiting for me. My mother rushed towards me, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor as I wanted to scream at her

and faux concern, her arms

with emotion as she threw her arms around me in a tight

feel the stiffness in her touch too practiced, too perfect. It wasn't real. Not for

hug me for a second before I shrugged her off, stepping back. "Not right now," I

was all for

of motherly concern. The same officers that had no doubt bedded

was so worried when

her off, stepping past her

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like my mother. He had always been the controlled one, the

he said, his voice low

world proud to be collecting

me out, he added with a warm smile, "Thank

officer, Bill, gave a slight nod, a glimmer of familiarity passing between them. I hadn't missed the way my father used his first name

My father knew

course, Mr. Walker. Just doing my job for my citizens." He winks swiftly, as my

a reminder

strings that needed pulling. But none of that mattered to me right now. All I cared about was getting to the fucking

Daryl," I said, my voice coming out harsher

a brow but nodded.

the way out to the car, his arm casually resting on my shoulder like we

about this

Not for me.

just been shot and could

to the hospital was silent

if she cared, but I only gave her short, clipped answers.