Shadows In Durango

Chapter 144

Chapter 144

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

I stayed frozen in my seat, my body rigid and cold as ice slithered down my spine.

My father's words had been sharp enough to patch over Sofia's blunder, but the damage was already done.

Watching Frazier lean even closer to her, his eyes raking over each and every mark and tear presented on her skin, made my pulse hammer in my ears.

I watched Frazier tilt his head, suspicion clouding his features. He might not have said a word, but his calculating silence was worse — growing more dangerous.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to look at Sofia in fear that I would eventually crumble. Her wide eyes were darting between Frazier and my father, her head lowered in an attempt to shrink herself, but I knew her mind was racing in fear that she had messed this up.

Then the knock at the door came, loud and untimely - confusing us all with who it could be.

The handle dipped before any of us could speak, and every muscle in my body seized up at the sight of the person behind it...

No!

The door creaked open, and there she was my fucking mother of all people!

Why the fuck is she in here? I told my father to keep her out of this!

Standing in the doorway, dressed to perfection, her crimson coat hugged her figure like armor, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she allowed herself inside - closing the door back over softly behind her.

Her twinkling eyes swept the room like a storm, filling up with mischief, sharp and assessing, before landing on my father.

"What the fuck are you doing here? I told you that I had important business today!" my father hissed out under his breath, his usual air of control wavering as he shot up from his chair.

jaw was tight with fury, his hand gripping the table edge hard enough to turn his

explicitly told him to keep her out of this because I knew she would be detrimental to our plan. I didn't trust

Mother or not.

Not one bit!

to cause chaos when it served her, and worse, she hated Sofia

was jealous,

right now was for her to poke holes

icy smile as Frazier stood to greet her warmly. "Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise," he

business." Her gaze skimmed over the room again, landing briefly on Sofia, who

her voice carried the kind of sick satisfaction that

sharp heels clicked across the floor, growing closer as she took Sofia in, eyes widening with mock shock. "Woah! How is this the same girl you brought at dinner? What the hell did she do to piss you off this much Vincent?" Her manicured hand pressed down on Sofia's chest in exaggerated surprise as she turned back to Frazier. "You know this

fuck out of here, we have important shit to discuss!" he muttered under his breath. "You don't belong here right now." She ignored him

and block her from making more unnecessary contact, but I forced myself to remain seated, fists clenching under the

she was already narrowing her gaze, head

you've done to my son to

mother turned her head, hair spilling over her shoulder as she addressed Frazier again. "I'm sure Vincent told you about this girl? At first I thought he was in love but looking at

My stomach sank.

Don't do this.

ruin our

Is that so? As far as I was aware he wanted to have my daughter as a mere sex object? Both he

sharp it could've sliced through flesh. My mother's head snapped toward me, her perfectly arched brows drawing together in disbelief and

you've been up to? Renting girls for pleasure now? You and your father? And this time Frazier's daughter too?! I would have never guessed since you seemed to adore her before now! What a mess you two

throat to prevent her from speaking ever again! I could feel my father's fury building across the table, his hand tightening like a vice on the chair's backrest. His silence was always worse than his yelling — it was the

like steel, flicking between my mother and me, and I could see the cracks forming in the careful illusion we'd constructed. Sofia sat frozen, her wide eyes darting between all of us

— and every instinct inside me was screaming to fix it

sharp as a whip. I stood up, my chair scraping back across the floor, the sound grating in the tense silence. I leveled my gaze on my mother, the kind of look I reserved for situations just like this when she was about to set fire to everything

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