Forbidden Shado novel Chapter 82

Shadows In Durango

Chapter 82-1

Vincent’s POV

Sinking down into the sofa by the window, I tip open ti

the top of the white envelope and waste no time on removing its contents.

Lempty it out onto the coffee table in front of me, my eyes scanning everything as it falls out.

“What the fuck?!” I say out loud,

This was fucked up…….

taking a

a moment to spread it all out before me for a better look.

Deciding that now was the time to call my father to explain everything, I retrieve my phone, rub a rough hand down my face and hit

the call button.

It rings, and then rings some more, before it rings out completely and goes to voicemail.

“SHIT!” I grit loudly, before hitting the buttons to call my mother this time.

It rings once or twice, before she answers, her false tone filling my ears.

“Vincent? What’s the matter baby?” She asks, as 1 take a deep breath to prepare myself for dealing with her.

Im looking for Dad.” I state, as the line falls quiet for a moment.

“Oh… well he has company in at the moment… she informs me, as feel the bile rise in my throat knowing exactly what that

meant..

How she could just stand by for so many years watching different women enter their home to please my father was beyond me.

But I guess she didn’t care, since she was regularly passed between the men herself..

What a fucked up family!

“GO TELL HIM THAT HIS SON CALLED AND THAT ITS IMPORTANT GET HIM TO CALL ME BACK!” I yell, before ending the line, suddenly riled again that he couldn’t just answer when I actually nerded him.

Bastard.

Deciding that I had no other choice, checking my watch and seeing that it was approaching four and that school would be over soon, I hammer a quick text to Daryl telling him to call me.

I needed to talk to someone with some sense. Somebody from an outside perspective who could tell me what to do.

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my surprise, Daryl calls me almost instantly, as I swipe to answer – placing it on speaker and putting my phone to the side to look over everything laid out in front of me.

“Vin?” He questions. his voice filling the quiet space

around

“Daryl, I’ve fucked up.” I admit, hearing a silence fall between us as he probably took a second to bask in my admission.

“What’s happened? Is Sofia alright?” He asks, as I clench my jaw in defence but choose to ignore him.

Asking me dumb questions as though I was incapable of keeping her safe… but perhaps he was right this time.

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“She’s fine, she’s taking a bath.” I deadpan, as he sighis heavily before I hear the school bell ringing out in the background of his call.

1 then hear him talking to someone briefly, saying a quick goodbye squint down at the phone not recognising their voice.

It certainly wasn’1 Reid…

“Who was that?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Some new kid called Ashton, I had to show him around instead of doing detention. He explains, before I hear a door slam signalling that he had gotten into his cat.

“Thought you had replaced me already. 1 attempt to joke, but Daryl doesn’t give me the satisfaction which causes me to roll my

“What’s happening, you said that there was a problem?! Did you just call to rub shit in some more? Daryl’s patience quickly plummets, as I sigh heavily knowing that there was serious shit to discuss.

Alright, ok, you re right. Stuff hasn’t gone great today… I hate to admit it, but I shouldn’t have brought Sofia here with me… I trail oft, hearing him start up his car as he listens to me.

“I told you.” He grumbles, as I nod to myself knowingly.

“I know you did, but things have gotten intense today… 1 choose my words carefully, unsure of what to make of everything that had happened so far.

“What do you mean by that? What’s happened? Daryl pushes me for more as I begin to reflect out loud.

So far he was the only one who called when I needed somebody to help me think straight, and for that I was grateful…..

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Chapter 82-2

“We went out earlier, on what was supposed to be a chilled day, and when we got to the 200, same random guy approached Sofia whilst I was in the bathmom taking a plss. I literally walked out to find him trying to drag her off… I explain.

“What the fuck?! Who was it?!” Daryl fumes, as 1 rub my chin.

“some dude who had recognised her from a missing person poster at the bus station… said there was a hefty reward up for her.” I explain, heating him groan slightly in frustration.

I could tell he wanted to curse me out but was holding back, knowing I should have listened to him from the get go.

“Well 1 didn’t exactly thank him did 17! Obviously I beat the little fucker to a pulp and left him there! After that, we had a taxi driver take us to one of the biggest bus stations and we found the poster. 1 ripped it down and I’ve got it with me, there’s a number on it which I think might be her Fathers or at least somebody connected to him… I explain, grabbing it out from my pocket and straightening out the crumpled paper.

There she was, Sofia’s lace, smiling bright in a cheer uniform- obviously taken from when her life was normal, I’m assuming before

It was sad to think that the person in the picture at the time had no idea what her life was going to become…

“So what now? Are you coming home? Emma said Sofia text her and said she would hopefully be back tonight?” Daryl questions, seeming stressed and wanting her back in our town,

As did L..

But I feared now that things wouldn’t be that easy…

“Hopefully, if my father fucking answers my calls! I brought her back to the apartment to be safe, only to discover that one of the dumb receptionists let some random men up to my floor… now they know what number our apartment is and better yet, they’ve left an envelope which is why I called…” I tell him, before my phone begins to ring.

I glance at it, expecting to find my father’s name, but instead finding that it was Daryl requesting to switch our phone call to video….

With a grumble, I quickly swipe to accept it, seeing his stern set face appear from inside of his car.

“Show me what it is.” He asks, as I flip my camera and scan over the coffee table contents, giving him a moment to digest it for