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.

looked over, his brows furrowed with worry.

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

he veered off the road, coming

I stumbled out, the cool night

fear, frustration, exhaustion - all came pouring out violently,

the door for support, my body shaking as if it were trying to rid itself of

Vincent's hand reach my back, feeling steady and

word, just knelt beside me, his palm rubbing slow, soothing circles

alive. When the worst of it passed, I

keep the fear

coming to get

brothers were already

I was trapped.

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 too, and

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

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

of something good, something real that we at

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I wasn't facing them

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

me," Vincent whispered, and the intensity in his voice pulled my head back to look up at him, his

you hidden forever, or if I have to fight 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 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

neither should you be anymore. You're with me, Sofia, and as long as you're with me, I'll keep you safe. I'll put a damn bullet through

he was so sure of,

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

didn't get to decide my

Not with my family.

version of my life - one where I was free to make my own choices, to live without

against mine, his voice a 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, I know it's hard after everything I've

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

grab you some water and then I'm taking you to one of

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

like I was trapped in

out to keep up the panic, but the fear

brought me back to reality, and I glanced up

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