Shadows In Durango

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

*****Sofia's POV*****

I closed the bathroom door over behind me, twisting the lock even though I knew Vincent would make sure that no one bothered me... My hands were shaking as I reached for the shower knobs, twisting them up to the hottest temperature I could bear.

Steam started to fog the mirror quickly, helping to blur the reflection of my face-a face I barely recognised after all that had happened.

I undressed and quickly stepped in under the water, letting it beat down on me, scalding but strangely comforting at the same time.

I used the soap that was already in there to scrub at my arms first, then at my neck, hard enough that my skin turned red before moving down my body.

I wanted to feel clean, needing to erase everything they'd done everything they'd taken from me and were still trying to take from me...

When I'd scrubbed every inch of myself to the point of rawness, I stood there with the water pounding down for a few more minutes, breathing hard, the steam wrapping around me like a thick fog.

But no matter how hot I turned it or how long I stood under it, the memory of them still lingered, clinging to my skin like a ghost I couldn't rid myself from.

I had no idea how long I'd been in there, but eventually, I turned the water off and climbed out, wrapping myself up in a towel.

Vincent had said there were clothes in the drawers, so I left the bathroom before I pulled one open, finding an array of black T-shirts and sweatshirts. Lifting up the sweatshirt deciding to be warmer, I brought it to my nose to smell it - finding it to be clean.

I slipped it on, before grabbing a pair of white boxer shorts and some white thick socks, finishing off with pulling a pair of matching black sweatpants up over my legs - the fabric being too loose and almost sliding down to my ankles before I tied the strings tightly.

I didn't care how I looked. I at least felt somewhat clean and comfortable now.

I walked over and sat back down on the bed. The house was too quiet for my liking, as I wondered why Vincent hadn't come back for me yet...

I looked around the room, suddenly feeling so small in this vast, empty space.

I couldn't believe that my brothers had made their way to Vincent's home which I so very nearly walked right in to....

I felt myself start to crumble, my eyes welling up again, hugging my arms tightly around myself as a weak attempt to find comfort.

I couldn't hold it together any longer.

sob broke free from my chest, then another, and soon they came out faster, tumbling out of me as I clutched

and then Vincent

back, everything's going to be ok..." he hushed, and without

he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble against my ear. "I've got you, Sofia. You're safe

on the feeling of him, the steady rise and fall of

presence felt

to settle, my breaths coming more evenly, and I felt my heart start to

along my arm, a quiet rhythm that matched the words he murmured in my ear-soft reassurances, promises that everything

of it, but in that

tension that had kept me on edge was still there, just beneath the surface, but for now, I was too exhausted to address

"Vincent... what are we seriously going to do? My brothers... they won't stop until..."

said, his voice low and steady. "We'll go through everything, every single choice that we have - good or bad - and whatever we decide, we'll do it

the truth of his words seep

intense, unwavering as it melted in to my own. "I promise you. I'm not going anywhere, Sofia. No matter what fucking happens, we'll figure it all out. You'll be happy and free from this soon..." he concludes, as I sigh, hoping that he would be

for the full experience. You won't

mine, his fingers lacing through mine as he brought our joined hands up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss against my knuckles, his touch

you thinking?" I question, the

took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with something dark, as if he'd already weighed

hand through his hair, pausing as if to

away somewhere safe. We vanish. No one knows where we are, we build a life somewhere far from here, maybe in a different country? Until they

part of me latched onto the simplicity of that option - just disappearing, starting over in a place

of hiding, sick of moving around from place to place and waiting for them to catch

What about Daryl? Reid? We couldn't just

found myself asking, my

dealing with them directly. By... removing them." His features

straighter, trying to comprehend his words. "Remove them? You're talking about... murder?

be honest in this whole thing now... but it wouldn't be the first time for me." Vincent states, as I wait an extra second for him to

killed someone

my eyes

regret there, as though he hated

full experience. You won't

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