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 with

I could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as my hand shot up

off the road, coming to

to get the door open before I stumbled out, the cool night air hitting

exhaustion - all came pouring out violently, onto

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

felt Vincent's hand reach my back, feeling steady and warm,

knelt beside me, his

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

spilling over, couldn't keep the fear from

was coming to

brothers were already

I was trapped.

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

one swift movement. "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. It never will be. I'm going to handle it, ok?" He promises, but I struggle

buried my face in his chest, letting the weight of his hold anchor me, because in that moment, I felt like I was floating somewhere just beyond my own body, as if

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out, my voice breaking with a desperation I couldn't hold back anymore. "If they find me... if my father forces me

Vincent whispered, and the intensity in his voice pulled my head back to

He states. A broken laugh escaped me, caught somewhere between a sob and a gasp. "Vincent, they're all horrible people! You don't know half of what they've done. They'll tear apart anything in their path if it means getting me back. They'll hurt you!" I plead,

harder now, edged with a resolve I 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,

he was so

had been planted in me years ago, cultivated in every harsh word, every controlling hand my father had held over me. It was more than

didn't get to decide my

Not with my family.

my own choices, to live without the constant dread that shadowed my every step. But would those dreams ever be a reality? Not with them hanging over my

low whisper that washed over me. "You're safe right here. Right now. With me. We'll figure this out together, I swear. Just trust me,

speak, so I just nodded, allowing myself to

I'll stop somewhere close to grab you some water and then I'm taking you to one of my lowkey properties until we can figure this out..." Vincent instructs, suddenly helping me to stand back

"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 I do!" He states firmly, before helping me back in to the car as though I were a fragile doll made of fine

car, I felt like I was trapped in a daze, every nerve

but the fear clung to me like

my seatbelt brought me back to reality, and I glanced up to

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