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

came out in a rush, desperate, and I could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as my hand shot up to cover my mouth. He didn't hesitate after

turn, he veered off the road, coming to

get the door open before I stumbled out, the cool night air hitting me just as

all of the fear, frustration, exhaustion - all came pouring out

gripped the door for support, my body shaking as if it were

Vincent's hand reach my back, feeling steady and warm, helping to ground me ever so

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

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

over, couldn't keep the fear from bubbling back up,

was coming to get

brothers were already

I was trapped.

breaths. "I... I'm so sorry, Vincent. I thought I could leave that life behind, but it's like... it's like they're always going to find me. No matter where I go. Now you're involved

me close to him in one swift movement. "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault.

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

beat solidly beneath my cheek, a quiet reminder of something good, something real that

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them on my

anymore. "If they find me... if my father forces me to go back with them... I can't go back,

in his voice pulled my head back to look up at him, his

off your entire fucking family myself - I'm not letting them take you away. I promise you that." He states. A broken laugh escaped me, caught somewhere between a

hadn't heard before. "I'm not afraid of them and neither should you be anymore. You're

to believe him. I wanted to feel that hope he was so

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

didn't get to

Not with my family.

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.

safe right here. Right now. With me. We'll

so I just

in the car, 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

wipe at my 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 I do!" He states firmly, before helping me back in to the car as though

I felt like I was trapped in a daze, every

up the panic, but the fear clung to me

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

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