Shadows In Durango

Chapter 132

*****Vincent's POV*****

The road narrowed to a single strip of gravel as we wound through the trees, the dense pines working to block out what little moonlight seeped through the gaps.

I squeezed Sofia's hand in mine, trying to reassure her as we got closer to my parents beach house - a property often forgotten about by my father since we had only spent a lot of time out here in my younger years...

I glanced over at Sofia briefly; as she sat curled up tight in her seat, her knees pulled up to her chest, her face pale and eyes glassy and sore.

She was watching the road ahead blending together with the shadows, seeming lost in thought. The quiet moments she'd spent in this car had evidently done nothing to help ease her, and I knew she was holding onto the last scraps of her strength in order to keep it together.

"We're almost there," I murmured, giving her hand a small rub. "Just a few more minutes, and then you can rest until we figure it out."

She nodded, staying silent but still holding that fragile look I hated seeing on her face - a look that could drive any good man to commit bad sins against anyone who had wronged her.

For a second, I wanted to stop the car, pull her into my arms, and make her believe that I'd handle every last piece of this hell she was going through.

I'd do it too if I thought she'd let me if I thought it wouldn't make her feel more vulnerable than she already did...

But as we faced the last hill, and the headlights lit up the winding path leading down toward the beach house, my heart sank as the building came in to view.

The lights were on... why are the fucking lights on?!

Two large shadows moved across the closed curtains by the front window... as I began to shake my head.

Damn it!

"Fuck!" I grit out, as Sofia instantly begins to tense up as the car began to slow.

I'd forgotten Quade and Leroy were still here...

The last thing I wanted was for Sofia to feel even more crowded or like she was stepping into something even more dangerous with these two beef bodies hanging around her. How the hell had I forgotten about this?!

tensed, noticing the lights herself as I parked up the car. "Vincent, someone's already here. Someone's inside. What if it's them!" She instantly begins to freak out, causing me to feel more guilty for not thinking this through. "It's fine," I said quickly, though the apology was already

the house, panic flickering over her face, and she shook her head, gripping her seatbelt. "Vincent, you don't understand. I can't — I can't just walk in there incase this is all a set up. What if it isn't who you think it is..." She sniffles, eyes watering as my

that I could make this easier on her. "Their names are Quade and Leroy. Would it help if I called them to confirm that it's them who

she nods, which I was relieved about as I quickly grabbed

Is that you outside, I heard a car pull up?" His tone is casual, as I

as we both hear shuffling before looking up to find the

you here so late? Your guy is asleep downstairs and he's..." He begins to say, as I quickly cut him off - not wanting

and she's safer here... we will need to move your situation to the factory tonight." I state, my tone clipped and cryptic which causes for

I said no more secrets and lying, but I won't have to tell

I'll see you when you come in." He states, before closing over the curtain

still held that fragile mixture of fear and uncertainty. I wished I could wipe away every worry she had,

I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "They're inside, only them, and it's all going to be fine." My words felt

had no idea of what I was

for the full experience. You won't find

it for her before offering my hand to help her out. She didn't accept my hand right away, but

I assure, as she took a deep breath, her gaze darting toward the house, then back to

a battle I recognised from her all too

we eventually walked toward the house. Each step felt heavy, the sound of gravel crunching under our feet amplifying the tension in the air as

that I wasn't able to give

creaking like

lit, with only a couple of lamps casting a warm glow over the worn

against the wall,

as though I hadn't already just spoken with Leroy who was in the same

shot Quade a warning look. "Keep it down,"

surroundings and the two unknown men who were supposed to be on her side but who now felt like a potential threat to her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare the little thing," Quade grumbles, but there was

time for his jokes. He was usually the level headed one, whenever he wasn't ten beers deep that

good? What's going on? Is it Daryl? How's he getting on? Last we heard he was recovering..." he asked me, his

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