Chapter 65-1
Vincent’s POV
As I drive back into town with my mind still racing from the heated meeting I just had with our suppliers, I groan loudly to myself knowing that the trucks were now set to leave tomorrow with our gue shipment.
My men were on edge and so was 1, knowing that for whatever reason, my father was sending me alongside them to show face for the family no doubt meaning that our buyers wore somewhat important to him.
I now had to book a flight and pack a case, unsure of how long I would even be away for on top of that.
Sorting these “serious problems”
is” for my father was becoming a full–time job in itself lately and it was really starting to piss m
the fuck off
there’s something else that’s been recupying my thoughts even more today – Sofia.
Last night was… intense, and while I was happy to finally break through the barriers she had put up, it also complicated things,
further
I now had a job to protect her, in fear that her father (whoever he even is) turns up looking for her again one day.
I wouldn’t let him take her from me… she deserved so much better, no more running.
I would speak with her tonight to set some new ground rules to help keep her as safe as possible and I even considered taking her with me on the flight tomorrow knowing that I wouldn’t want to separate from her – especially after how our date ended.
I don’t quite know why I was so obsessed with her, when my initial plan was to simply fuck and ditch her when she first came school, but since I walked into her old apartment and found those two addicts that she calls neighbours, laying on her floor – I had a frightening urge to protect the poor girl and keep her as close to me as possible.
With that memory creeping into my thoughts alone, I decided then that she would travel with me: it was the only way to help ease
my stress.
What would the real harm be in that?
Taking a quick flight, keeping her in the hotel with me, taking her for a nice meal, getting business done privately behind her back before simply heading back home? It wouldn’t be that bad and I would feel better having her with me.
Deep down I was aware that she also had something with Daryl, and so this could be
d be my chance to win her over.
Daryl was everything she could want in a guy, simply because he was much nicer than me and a hell of a lot more patient….
But I can’t deny any longer what I feel for her and I’ll have her as
fe if it’s th
the last
it thing I do.
I pull into the parking lot of the bar, noticing that it’s unusually empty for this time of day on a Sunday. Tito is behind the bar, polishing glasses when I walk in, and he looks up with a raised eyebrow the second that his eyes lock with mine.
“You’re early, you said you’d come see me at five he says, a
, sliding a beer down the counter to a waiting customer.
“Nah we got things sorted faster than I thought, I reply, taking a seik at
it the bar. “How’s everything been in here?”
“Other than you taking my new girl off shift last night? It’s been finer He complains as I smirk, knowing that it had been well worth
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Chapter 65-1
1 give him a half–smille, acknowledging the jali. “Yeah, well, I had a good reason to? I shrug, an la thakes his head
Tito leans in, his expression turning curious. “Something to do will you liking the poor girl by any chancer. He states, as 1
“Maybe, but she went out with Daryl today, so there’s that. I finally day, trying to sound casual about it but knowing se alive on the insule.
the this equally without a feud was to let
Daryl was my best friend and had been for years, the only way to settle as she makes the right choice that is…
Tito snorts. “So you’re worried about Daryl stealing her away?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I mean, yes, but it’s more complicated than that now. I found out about her past and now I’m in her life than ever before, she’s had it rough and I’ve never liked anybody like this before either, it’s all just fucked.” 1 eg Tito nods in acknowledgment.
Chapter Comments
Val
that’s all you had to do in the first place my man
Chapter 65-2
“Yeah I could tell when she first walked in asking for a job that she bad it bad… not many girls her age ask to work in a bar without having a rough background… I gave her a shot because like you, I felt bad for her.” Tito points out, seeming to relate to me more than I had expected.
I reach into my side pocket and retrieve my phone, staring down at it, hoping to see a message from her, but the screen remains stubbornly blank. I toss it aside on top of the bar, the frustration bubbling up.
After a while, I say a brief goodbye to Tito, explaining that Sofia would be coming with me tomorrow and may miss her shift on Wednesday again too – to which he wasn’t overly happy about.
The brief drive home should have helped to clear my head, but it didn’t. Instead, it just made everything louder, more chaotic.
Walking through the front door, the silence in the house feels off, like it’s mocking me.
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