Shadows In Durango

Chapter 128

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

I watched Sofia and Emma disappear off down the hallway together, leaving a silence in their wake as they no doubt planned to discuss each and every detail of what had went on between us over at my house... She hadn't looked back either.

Not once.

Itching to rid herself of my company as quickly as possible - which I hated to admit hurt my feelings.

Her parting words echoed around in my mind, repeating on a loop like a stuck record: "Hopefully I'll find a way to move past all of this, just give me time to figure it out."

In other words, she was still a very long way from forgiving me. A long way from trusting me. And the worst part? She hadn't even seemed to care that I told her I loved her.

That was big for me to even admit, since before meeting her, I didn't even believe in love...

The thought made my jaw tighten as I sank down onto one of those hard plastic waiting room chairs again, forcing myself to sit still even though every inch of me was restless and wanted to move.

She had just stood there when I said it too, looking at me like I'd told her something as trivial as what I'd had for breakfast...

I barely noticed Reid taking the seat across from me, his gaze set with that knowing look of his, always prepared to poke his nose in every corner of my business.

He didn't have to say a word for me to sense his curiosity brewing...

"So," Reid finally began, his voice testing, "are you gonna tell me what went down, or am I supposed to just guess?"

I straightened up instantly, casting him a warning glance. "Not right now, Reid, just know that it went shit!" I state bluntly, expecting for that to be the end of it - which was wishful thinking.

He just leaned back, folding his arms comfortably whilst stretching out his legs. "Come on, Vin. You look like you've been through a hurricane. I can't believe that girl has you wrapped around her pinky finger like this... it's maddening to see you in this much of a state all because she's mad at you!" He scoffs next, shaking his head, as I scowl.

I tensed, my fingers tapping restlessly against my knee as I wanted nothing more than to fly across and attack him.

"It's between Sofia and me and It will get fixed soon enough." I conclude, leaving no room for dispute.

Reid raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Look, I'm not asking for the play-by-play, but maybe you'd feel better getting some of it out? I'm guessing you spoke about the arranged marriage scenario?" He trails off, as my blood begins to seriously boil.

just backed off?!" I replied, harsher than I intended

his head with that familiar half-smile, always unbothered by my outbursts - he had been that way since we were kids which only bothered me more. "Fine. Guess I'll let you stew in it on your own, then." He shrugs, as I can't help but mutter curse words at him from under my

his eyes on me every so often,

humiliation that came with being the one to say "I love you" first, and

least. But I'd just been so wrapped up in trying to make things right, in saying whatever I thought

know that I was serious about my feelings for her, that

as he leaned back and closed his eyes, giving me some form

my seat next and reached in to my jacket pocket for my

gut wretched when I saw the screen flash with notifications: three missed calls and six unread messages, all from my damn

Yay.

texts were blunt, each one getting a little more impatient which was no surprise to me since this was usually the tone of

to get pissed off having to manage your mess for

time, and so is Frazier's patience. I can't just ignore

before her father starts knocking on all of my properties across the country to look

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your ass for another day Vincent,

situation, a sharp reminder of the tangled

still very much had to

slide back over to me, catching the look on my face as I scowled

from the seat as Reid nodded

straight for the exit doors, knowing that whatever our conversation was going to entail, would

hit me like a slap, clearing some of the fog

still on the screen, his messages each a demand, each a reminder of

I hesitated, taking a breath, before

rang twice before he

barked, his tone sharp and familiar, laced with that

pushing down the irritation that flared.

Romeo, I assume. Meanwhile, Frazier's up my ass because he still can't get a

tone even. "I think you've forgot that my best friend was just fucking shot and nearly died! I've been down at the station giving statements all

before he

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