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.

even know the type of evil man he was so willingly dealing with,

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

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

alone wasn't enough

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

speak, but I cut him off again before he could. "You just don't get 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...

fully let in about my past. The first person who made me feel like I wasn't alone in this terrible nightmare.

sentence. The words choked up in

Sofia, ENOUGH! You have to let me 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

me Vincent! Knew what was best 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 you could outsmart him but you don't even know him, I DO!" I fume, as Vincent suddenly groans loudly, tugging at his own hair

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my vision, but this time

in the car, none of us feeling any closer

that we had reached an agreeable conclusion? But right now, I

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

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

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 or not, but please just hear me out first?" Ashton squeezes my hand, pleading with me for a chance that I now felt he was at least

to help me out these past few weeks,

still doesn't excuse what he done... this was

pulled my hand from his and finally sighed, feeling utterly exhausted. "Fine," I whispered, not because I was ready to forgive, but because I needed more answers in order

to know

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

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