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. "Sofia,

NOW!" The words came out in a rush, desperate, and I could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming

turn, he veered off the road, coming

get the door 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

my body shaking as if it

felt Vincent's hand reach my back, feeling steady and

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

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

over, couldn't keep the fear from bubbling back up,

father was coming

brothers were already

I was trapped.

between shallow breaths. "I... 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

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

my face in his chest, letting the weight of his hold anchor me, because in that moment, I felt

heart beat solidly beneath my cheek, a quiet reminder of something good, something real that we

might be missing out on the complete story. Head over there to dive into

facing them

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.

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

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

you be anymore. You're with me, Sofia, and as long as you're

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

been planted in me years ago, cultivated in every harsh word, every controlling hand my father had held over me. It was more than just fear by now; it was a

to decide my

Not with my family.

was free to make my own choices, to live without the constant dread that shadowed my every step. But would those dreams ever be a reality? Not with them

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

to speak, so I just nodded,

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

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

like I was trapped in a daze, every nerve still

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

glanced up to find

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