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

feel the

the road, coming

open before I stumbled out,

exhaustion - all

body shaking as if it were trying

back, feeling steady and warm,

say a word, just knelt beside me, his palm rubbing

when 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 on to the ground, too drained to care about how broken I looked in that moment

couldn't stop the tears from spilling over, couldn't keep

father was coming to

were

I was trapped.

my voice barely 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 like they're

voice was soft, breaking through the wall I'd tried to keep up, and then his arms were around me, pulling 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 handle it, ok?" He promises, but I struggle to believe

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

something good, something real that we at least shared beside

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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,

to

you that." He states. A broken laugh escaped me, caught somewhere between a

hadn't heard before. "I'm not afraid of them and neither should you be anymore. You're with me, Sofia, and as long

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

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.

different version of my life - one where I was free to make my own choices, to live without

We'll figure this out together, I swear. Just trust me, I know it's hard after everything I've done, but I only want

I just nodded, allowing myself to cling to him in

you to one of my lowkey properties until we can figure this out..." Vincent instructs, suddenly helping

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 I do!" He states firmly,

like I was trapped in a daze,

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

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