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.

brows furrowed with worry.

words came out in a rush, desperate, and I could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as my hand shot up to cover my mouth. He

turn, he veered off the road,

open before I stumbled out, the

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

if it were trying to rid itself

steady and warm, helping

just knelt beside me, his palm

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

keep the fear from

was coming

were already

I was trapped.

audible, hiccuping between shallow breaths. "I... I'm so sorry, Vincent. I thought I could leave that life behind, but it's like... it's

his arms were around me, pulling me close to him in one swift movement.

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

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

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facing them on my own this

couldn't hold back anymore. "If they find me... 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

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

I don't care if I have to 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 what they've done. They'll tear apart anything in their path if it means getting me back. They'll hurt you!"

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, I'll keep you safe. I'll put a damn bullet through each of their skulls

to believe him. I wanted to feel that hope he was so sure of, but the fear was too deep, too

controlling hand my father had held over me. It

get to decide my own

Not with my family.

I was free to make my own choices, to live without the constant dread that shadowed my

Right now. With me. We'll figure this out

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

one of my lowkey

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

me back into the car, I felt like

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

me back to reality, and I glanced up to find Vincent watching me, his jaw set, the fire in his eyes

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