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.

his brows furrowed with

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

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

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

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

support, my body shaking as if it were trying to rid itself of the past weeks' worth

felt Vincent's hand reach my back, feeling steady

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

left but dry heaves, he stayed there, silent, his steady presence almost making it bearable to still be alive. When the worst of it passed,

the tears from spilling over, couldn't keep the fear from bubbling

coming

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

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 going to

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

cheek, a quiet reminder of something good, something real that we at least shared beside all of

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least I wasn't facing them

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 go back, Vincent. He's going to want me dead!" My fingers twisted into the black fabric of his jacket, needing something to hold

his voice pulled my head back to look up at him, his eyes were fierce, unyielding as he

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

afraid of them and neither should you be anymore. You're with me, Sofia,

he was so sure of, but the fear

over me. It

to decide my own

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

me. We'll figure this out together, I swear. Just trust me,

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

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

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

into the car, I felt like I was trapped in

body was too worn out to keep up the panic, but the fear clung to me like a second

soft click of my seatbelt brought 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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