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.

He looked over, his brows furrowed

in a rush, desperate, and I could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as

one sharp turn, he veered off the road, coming to a halt just by the gravel

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

of the fear, frustration, exhaustion - all came pouring out violently, onto the ground

if it were

my back, feeling steady

didn't say a word, just knelt beside me, his palm rubbing slow, soothing circles across my

silent, his steady presence almost making it bearable to still be alive. When the worst of it passed, I

over, couldn't keep the fear from bubbling

father was coming to get

brothers were already

I was trapped.

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 it's all because

me, pulling me close to him in one swift movement. "It's not your fault. None of this is your fault. It never will be. I'm

I felt like I was floating somewhere just beyond my own body, as if the

of something good, something real that we at least shared beside all of

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facing them on my own this

to do," I finally managed to cry out, my voice breaking with a desperation I couldn't hold back anymore. "If they find me... if my father forces me to go back with them... I can't

the intensity in his voice pulled my head back to look up at

keep 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

be anymore. You're with me, Sofia, and as long as you're with me, I'll keep you safe. I'll put

hope he was so sure of, but the fear

harsh word, every controlling hand my father had held over me. It was more than just fear by now; it was a certainty, a

get to decide

Not with my family.

my life - one where I was free to make my own choices,

forehead resting 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

trust myself to speak, so I just nodded,

I'll stop somewhere close to grab you some water and then I'm taking you to one of my lowkey properties until

a moment, lifting his hands to 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

like I was trapped in a daze, every nerve

the fear clung to

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

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