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.

on with whatever reason he had showed

the

means I can go to the

to do that now or to come back tomorrow?" He tests, as I

stiff nod, as

way to the dim lighting of the reception. The steady hum of murmured

mind was fixated

My mother rushed towards me, her heels

faux concern, her arms outstretched as she closed the

she cried out, her voice thick with emotion as she

wasn't real. Not for me. Not for anyone but the audience of officers

off, stepping back. "Not right now," I muttered, irritation creeping

this was

darted around the room, no doubt making sure the officers nearby were watching her display of motherly concern. The same officers

so

cut her off, stepping past her and towards my stern looking

Share the joy

mother. He had

did good, son," he said, his voice

was probably the only father in the world proud

the officer who had escorted me out, he added with a warm smile, "Thank you, Bill. We appreciate everything you've

slight nod, a glimmer of familiarity passing between them. I hadn't missed the way

each other. My father knew everyone

course, Mr. Walker. Just doing my job for my citizens."

made my skin crawl. It was a reminder of how different my world

the strings that needed pulling. But none of that mattered to me right

my voice coming out harsher than I

a brow but nodded.

led the way out to the car, his arm casually

about this

Not for me.

been shot and could very much

the hospital

ask questions - what had happened, how Sofia was doing as if she cared, but I only gave her short, clipped answers. She was a big part of why Sofia even left my place that night