Shadows In Durango

Chapter 139

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

The house felt eerily quiet as the minutes dragged on. The soft drone of a reality show was playing in the background, but I couldn't even focus on it.

The artificial laughter and overdramatic arguments seemed absurd against the real life scenarios brewing in my own reality.

I sat on the edge of the couch, my hands clasped so tightly in my lap that my knuckles were pulsing white.

Vincent lounged beside me, with his arm draped over the back of the couch, pretending to watch the screen, though I knew he wasn't paying much attention to it either. His jaw was tense, his eyes darting toward the window every few seconds...

Vincent's father had been gone for a fair few hours now, off on some of his "errands" that apparently couldn't wait any longer.

Before he left, he had made a conscious effort to make arrangements for tomorrow - to bring them here for the 'meeting' to which they dreadfully agreed to...

I tried not to let myself think in to it too much since I knew that it would only cause an unnecessary panic attack so instead, I decided to attempt to go with the flow.

It was better that we do this tomorrow - get it over with - as opposed to procrastinating, right?

"This is bullshit - the show I mean! How are you feeling?" Vincent's voice broke through my spiraling thoughts as I turned to look up at him, finding his eyes settled on me.

"As okay as I can be," I replied quietly with a small shrug. "Time's running out, isn't it? I just need to roll with it and pray for a miracle..."

"How do you feel about tomorrow though? You seem far too... calm for my liking. Do you think you'll be able to handle seeing them after so long?" He tests, as I lift my left hand up to rub at my drying throat...

Tomorrow...

The day in which my father and brothers would walk through that door, and everything would hinge on whether we could sell this twisted plan to them or not.

that I didn't have the luxury of failing anymore... this has to work if it's

then it will only add to our whole act, won't it? I'll just look more miserable to them, so I'm just telling myself that it's ok to fall apart when I see them..." I explain my reasoning, sounding as though I was trying to convince

a decent way to look at it... but just know Sofia, that I'm proud of you, you know? For even agreeing to face them for the first time in a long time, that's major. I'll have your back with this right to the very end - trust me - I'm certainly not scared of them so neither

of me and he'll have my back right

Woah...

before I can think up a further response, a low rumble of an engine pulling up into the

as I released a breath I hadn't been aware I

up straighter, moving his head around a little to peak out of the cracks in the blinds to watch

and shit..." He recites, as my hands instinctively begin to knot

was heard opening,

obviously unaware that we were both only

father appears in the

turtleneck and slim-fitting black trousers

I glanced at the case

makeup artists used for professional photoshoots or

a stark contrast to Sergio's diminutive stature. He crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze hard as he

retorts sharply, brushing past him and bringing himself further into the room. "Sergio's the best. He'll make it look convincing. I've used him many times in the past - he knows what I get up to in my spare time, don't you pal?" He chuckles, as Sergio clicks his tongue and shakes his

accent crisp and unmistakably sounding French. "I understand that zis is more... delicate work, yes. But do not worry. I will make her look - how you

A homeless dog?!

Really?!

whole scenario hadn't been so tense then I would have laughed out loud at

Sergio suddenly instructed me with a sharp clap of his hands, looking directly at me now as though there

but he gave me a small nod of encouragement. Reluctantly, I pushed myself up to my feet,

sizing up his subject as I squirmed under his sharp

tilted my face toward the light, pressing lightly

good thing! Shall I say, za bruises