Shadows In Durango

Chapter 124

*****Sofia's POV*****

I couldn't breathe.

For the first time since the night I had left this very home, Vincent's home, my emotions were now taking a toll on me after what he did...

Perhaps with Ashton holding me hostage, I had been too distracted with fighting for my life that I hadn't had the time to fully address the deeper emotions that still lay hidden beneath the surface - meaning the whole situation with Vincent and my father.

Being here, now stuck with Vincent alone in his car, was fully resurfacing everything all at once for me and my thoughts flew recklessly to process it all...

The car walls felt as though they were closing in, the weight of Vincent's words only seeming to piss me off more in my heightened state.

Every ounce of trust I had in him was now shattered, slipping through my fingers like sand, and somehow, I still wanted him to somehow fix this - as though it could all just simply be erased.

But it wasn't that easy... I knew that.

He had gone behind my back on the worst possible thing he could have.

He had spoken to the one person I didn't ever want him to.

I wanted to scream at him, to cry, to demand more answers - ones that I already knew wouldn't even make a difference to how I felt right now.

Vincent had tried to justify his actions, tried to convince me that it was all for my own safety, but what he didn't understand what he couldn't understand - was how deeply his betrayal actually did cut me.

didn't know my father personally, didn't even know the type of evil man

to in my life? How many times had I been made to feel powerless, like my choices didn't matter? Like my very own future

His face was a mask of anguish, and for a split second, I saw the boy I'd come to care about beneath the layers of control and strength he always wore. The same eighteen year old boy who, like me, had grown

enough for me. Not

all of this, Vincent? After everything I've told you about him too, how could you even think for a second that he would

like to constantly be running, to always be looking over your shoulder, waiting for the moment when the one person you fear the most finally catches up to you and makes you suffer... all you've done with this, has helped

about my past. The first person who made me feel like I wasn't alone in this terrible nightmare. That I felt safe and

finish the sentence. The words choked up

explain myself here! I would still do fucking anything to keep you safe, do you even realise that?! Especially from him! None of that has changed! I just went about it all completely wrong and for that, I'm sorry!" Vincent's volume rises, as my lips part in shock that he had started to

"You walked in to this blind, thinking that you could handle him, that you could outsmart him but you don't even know him, I DO!" I fume, as

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time they were being pulled from

of us feeling

it would take to finally get somewhere? To feel that we had reached an agreeable conclusion?

for money, and do you just think that it's all an ok idea now because this time around, instead of an old man, it's to you?! How damn narcissistic does that sound?! Sure, I liked you Vincent, but you're now out here making major life choices for me and I get zero say in my own future, surely you can see why I'm so upset over this?!" The words spill out from me, the horror of what he was planning still stabbing away at my heart. Vincent's face paled, and I saw the fear in his eyes which for

tattooed hand reaching out again, tentative and this time, I felt drained and allowed for him to make

our fathers were somehow connected in a business sense... and I know I should've told you, and I'm so deeply sorry for how much it's hurt you... but if you would be willing, I would love to explain everything to you from start to finish, we can go inside and fully talk this out, and after that you can decide if you still want to talk to me again

and beyond to help me out these past few weeks, so for that, I'll

he done... this was wrong, and

feeling utterly exhausted. "Fine," I whispered, not because I was ready to forgive, but because I needed more answers in order to move

to

don't expect me to make any promises that everything will be great again after." I remain firm, knowing

of the car and came around to my side, opening