Forbidden Shado novel Chapter 95

Shadows In Durango

Chapter 95-1

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“You look great! Relax!” Einma encourages nie, moving to fix one of my curls as I clasp my hands together to avoid them from

A knock is heard on the bedroom door, as Emma moves to open it, ding Reid with two glasses of what looked to be champagne.

“A little drink to take the edge off ladies?” He comments, walking in and handing us one each as we thank him.

Vincent had already left to pick his parents up from the airport and we could do now was wait for their return….

Daryl had been in another weird and awkward mood today which didn’t help, and whenever I seemed to enter a room he would quickly exit it..

But all he was doing with his recent behaviour was confirming my feelings for Vincent. I didn’t like how pissy Daryl could be, as opposed to Vincent who seemed to face things head on.

I had told Emma all about how I felt and even she agreed that I had more of a spark with Vincent lately and so that would be

Although I still felt like I owed Daryl an explanation, but just not tonight.

“Let’s go downstairs and wait? Reid suggests, as I turn to face the mirror one last time to look myself over.

Was this too much? Or maybe not enough? I didn’t know…

I had picked out a strapless black skater dress that stopped just above my knee with a slight sparkle through the fabric. I then paired the outfit with some strappy black heels.

Emma’s Mom had done my hair up in a messy but stylish curly bun, meanwhile Emma went for a sleek ponytail look, wearing a white midi dress with silver heels.

“You look great, let’s go!” I feel Emma reach out for my hand with a mile, stealing me from my thoughts as I breathe and nod slowly, following her out and downstairs.

“So have you met them before? His parents? Emma asks Reid, who had even gone to the effort to dress in a green button up shirt and black pants.

“Yeah, I’ve met them tons growing up. They can be difficult at times but just don’t let anything they say get to you. Sometimes his father can actually be likeable but other times, if he’s in a shit mood he’s an ass…” Reid debristed us as we headed for the living area to have a seat whilst we wait.

To my dismay, Daryl was in there, but he didn’t even bother to look from his phone as we entered the room which only added to my disappointment towards him.

“What about his Mom?” Emma pushes on, as Reid suddenly sniggers at the mention of her which causes for me to take a shaky sip

from my glass.

What was the deal with her? Judging by everyone’s reactions, including Vincent himself, she seemed to be worse than the father..

“She’s just a brat. Always wants the attention on her. You wouldn’t think she was in her farties!” Reid updates us, as Emnia turns to give me a uh oh type of look with wide eyes as I nod once to silently agree with what she was thinking

All I hope for, is to make it through tonight without an issue

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Chapter 95-1

We sit in the living area, the atmosphere growing heavier with each passing second as I stared forward at the crackling electric fire hoping for it to calm me slightly but as suspected, it doesn’t.

My stomach churns, and despite Emma’s constant reassigner, I can shake the nerves crawling under my skin. I glance at the wall clock, wondering how much longer we’ll have to wall, seeing that it was just after half past five.

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Shadows In Durango

Chapter 95-2

Daryl’s presence in the room doesn’t help either. He hasn’t said a word, not even to Reid, with his eyes gland to his phone, and the tension between us palpable.

After everything, I expected him to be distant, but this is something is entirely. Today, he couldn’t even look at me, but why?

1 let out a quiet sigh, swirling the champagne in my glass, hoping that it would distract me. The hubbles tingle on my tongue, but the unease stays.

“So,” Emma says, cutting through the silence, trying to lighten the mood, “what’s the game plan if things get awkward tonight? Will we just dine and dash? Leave Vincent to handle the aftermath? She attempts a joke, as I force a smile and Reid is the only one to fully laugh at her.

Brid chuckles lightly, leaning back in his chair. “There’s no it about Just remember, Vincents used to dealing with them so the best bet is to stay close to him, and you’ll be fine.” He smiles lightheartedly, but his eyes meet mine as if I were to take the advice

seriously.

I wish I shared his light attitude and confidence right now…

Vincent’s father sounded cold and demanding, but his mother? She seems unpredictable, and the last thing I need is to be caught in the crossfire of any family drama they might have.

Daryl shifts in his seat, finally glancing up from his phone, his eyes flicking between us before settling on me. “You nervous asks, his tone flat but the question still catching me off guard. It’s the first thing he’s said to me all day, and it feels almost

accusatory,

I hesitate, not wanting to lie but not wanting to admit too much either. “A little, I admit softly.

He nods, his face void of any emotion. “Yeah well, you probably should be.” He concludes, as my jaw practically hits the floor at his

bluntness.

What the hell was that for?!

It was almost as if he couldn’t help but make me feel worse with his rude attitude! He was acting like a total jerk and I couldn’t

understand why?!

back to scrolling through whateve

He goes

on his screen, leaving the tension hanging in the air as Reid stares at him as though he had just grown two heads – seeming just as confused as I was at his outburst.

But finally, Reid stands, pacing a little. “Vincent just test, they are nearly here. Let’s just hope they’re not in one of their moods.” He smirks, though I can tell he’s not entirely joking.

My heart races at the thought of their arrival drawing closer. I can’t elp but wonder if Vincent is as stressed as I am. Knowing him, he’s probably doing everything he can to keep the peace with his father for the sake of everyone else.

This dinner feels like a testa test of whether I can handle being part of Vincent’s world or not. The world of expectations, power, crime and pressure…

Daryl remains seated, but I ignore him, leaving him behind in the room in sulk over whatever his issue was…

Behind him are his parents, and inmediately, I understand the dynamic Held was talking about.

Vincent’s father is tall, imposing, with a stern expression that makes my stomach drop. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves turned up, showcasing a large expensive looking watch. He shared imilar face structure to Vincent but the difference between them being that his father was bald with no tattoos unlike his son who was covered.