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.

know my father personally, didn't even know the type of evil man he was so willingly dealing with, and

to in my life? How many times had I been made to feel powerless,

onto Vincent's again. 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

wasn't enough for me. Not

My voice was quiet now, but it still carried every ounce of my pain. "How could you go to him thinking you could easily fix all of this, Vincent? After everything I've told you about him too, how could you even think for a second that he would be happy to cooperate when he so desperately only wants to punish me

it, do you? You don't understand what it's 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 to bring him even closer to me!" I seethe, reminding myself of how dangerous this whole thing

"You were the first guy I've ever fully let in about my past. The first person who made me feel like I wasn't alone in this terrible nightmare. That I felt safe

The

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

for my life! Nothing I say or want matters anymore, does it?!" I shouted, finally letting the dam break. "You walked in to this blind, thinking that you could handle him, that

be missing out

my vision, but this time they were being pulled

none of us feeling any closer to having this tender scenario

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

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 a moment made me feel bad... but only for

please," he said softly, his dark tattooed hand reaching out again, tentative and this time, I felt drained and allowed for him to make contact, lacing his fingers in

learn that 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

and beyond to help me out these past few weeks,

doesn't excuse what he done... this was wrong, and I stood by

his and finally sighed, feeling utterly exhausted. "Fine," I whispered, not because I was ready

needed to know

again

got out of the car and came around to