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. "Sofia,

feel the pressure mounting,

one sharp turn, he veered off the road,

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

all of the fear, frustration, exhaustion -

it were trying to rid itself of the

feeling steady and warm, helping to ground me ever so

a word, just knelt beside me,

silent, his steady 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 seated on the

over, couldn't keep the fear from bubbling back

coming to

brothers were already

I was trapped.

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

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 to believe

because in that moment, I felt like I was floating

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

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them on my own this time,

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 black fabric of his jacket, needing

back to look up at him, his eyes were fierce, unyielding as he looked down at

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

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 if

feel that hope he was

every controlling hand my father had held over me. It

get to decide my

Not with my family.

could 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. But would those

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 done, but I only

to speak, so I just nodded,

I'm taking you to one of my lowkey properties until we can figure this out..." Vincent instructs, suddenly helping me to stand back up on

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

felt like I

fear clung to me like a second skin, lingering at the edges of

back to reality, and I glanced up to find Vincent

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