Shadows In Durango

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

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

The second Vincent slammed his foot down on the gas, the quiet calm of the night completely shattered in to a million pieces.

My heart was already pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out through my ribs, but his sudden speed had me gripping the seatbelt tight, my knuckles white.

He was saying something, a low ramble that I could barely make out over the thrum of panic in my mind.

My brothers were here.

They were here.

They knew where I was again...

That hardening fact kept echoing, growing louder with every second, until I couldn't focus on anything else.

What the heck did I expect? I should have left this town when I first had the chance!

"Sofia, listen to me," Vincent's voice broke through the haze, edged with urgency, but it only pulled me further into a panic. "They don't know where we are right now or where we're headed either. I'll get you somewhere safe, just breathe" Breathe?!

The word felt foreign, impossible.

I couldn't breathe; I was choking on sheer fear.

My father's face flashed across in my mind, cold and calculating, always looming somewhere in the background of my pathetic life.

He had always found a way to make me feel small, powerless and now, even states away, he'd managed to find me again.

I wasn't safe.

I'd never be safe from him unless I was actually dead.

That was the only way to escape him!

The nausea built up quickly, a sour heat in my stomach, with my vision blurring as I struggled to keep it down.

"Pull over," I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a whisper, but Vincent heard me instantly.

over, his brows furrowed

feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as my hand shot up

veered off the road, coming to a

before I stumbled out, the cool night air hitting me

exhaustion - all

body shaking as if it were trying to rid itself of the past weeks' worth

my back, feeling steady and warm, helping to ground me ever so

beside me, his palm rubbing slow, soothing circles across my

dry heaves, he stayed there, silent, his steady presence almost making it bearable to still be alive. When the worst of it passed, I slumped back on to the ground, too drained to care about how broken I looked in that moment seated

over, couldn't keep the fear

was coming to

were

I was trapped.

leave that life behind, but it's like... it's like they're always going

him in one swift movement. "It's

of his hold anchor me, because in that moment, I felt like I was floating somewhere just beyond my own body, as if

a quiet reminder of something good, something real that we at least

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wasn't facing them on my

if my father forces me to go back with them... I can't go back, Vincent. He's going to want me dead!" My fingers twisted into the black fabric

pulled my head back to look up at him, his eyes were fierce, unyielding as he looked down at

take you away. I promise you that." He states. A broken laugh escaped me, caught somewhere between a sob and

hadn't heard before. "I'm not afraid of them and neither should you be anymore. You're with me, Sofia, and as long as you're with me, I'll keep you

feel that hope he was so sure of, but the fear was

ago, cultivated in every harsh word, every controlling hand my father had held over me. It was more than just fear by now;

didn't get to decide

Not with my family.

warmth surround me, I could almost see a different version of my life - one where I was free to make my own choices, to live without the constant dread that shadowed my every step. But would

now. With me. We'll figure this out together, I swear. Just trust me, I know it's

trust myself to speak, so I just nodded, allowing myself to cling to him in

close to grab you some water and then I'm taking you to one of my lowkey properties until we can figure this

wet cheeks, before he places each of his palms on either side of my face; "You're too fucking pretty to be crying like this all the time... I'm going to put a stop to them if it's the last thing

guided me back into the car, I felt like I

too worn out to keep up the panic, but the fear clung to me like a second skin, lingering at the

to reality, and I glanced up to find Vincent watching me, his jaw

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