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

could feel the pressure mounting, overwhelming as my hand shot up to cover my mouth.

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

out, the cool night air hitting me just

fear, frustration, exhaustion - all came

body shaking as if it were trying

reach my back, feeling steady and

knelt beside me,

I'd finished, when there was nothing 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, I slumped back

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

was coming to

brothers were

I was trapped.

hiccuping 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

him in one swift movement. "It's

the weight of his hold anchor me, because in that moment, I felt like I was floating somewhere just beyond

cheek, a quiet reminder of something good, something real that we

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facing them

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

head back to look up at

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

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

that hope he

controlling hand my father had held over me. It was more

get to decide my

Not with my family.

Vincent's arms, feeling his warmth surround me, I 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. "You're safe right here. Right now. With me. We'll

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

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 stand

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

felt like I was trapped in

out to keep up the panic, but the fear clung to me like a second skin, lingering at

my seatbelt brought me back to reality, and I glanced up to find Vincent watching me, his jaw set, the fire

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