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text ✉ rafael

Mireya: It's going to bother me forever if I don't ask

Mireya: That thing in your wallet, who are those people?

Mireya: Call me crazy, but I used to have one similar to that picture, I think.

Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound was starting to drive Liam crazy. The silence was deafening to his ears and he didn’t know what to plug it with. His irrationality had finally paid fruit; Rita was finally going to get justice, and the man only hoped that wherever she was, she knew that this was only possible because of her. He should have been out there, let that anger inside his belly be sated by the possible arrests happening. But no, Liam’s revenge was just beginning. Starting with the man dangling by his arms in the warehouse.

In the beginning, Liam thought beating the shit out of Rafael would have been enough. But as the days passed, and the more he thought about Rita, the more he wanted to make the man suffer. Liam thought of the ways he could have hurt his poor Rita; he had no hopes of her being alive. She had left him a death message, and he wasn’t a fool. Not knowing where her body was, was torture. And all that anger, all that sadness...Rafe was going to see it till the end, till Liam sent him to Hell.

Getting him into the car was easy; Liam had been patient, and the thwack of the metal pipe colliding with the back of the other man’s head had been just the start. It was satisfying, and he just wanted more.

The ropes creaked, and it broke through the fucking dripping sounds in the warehouse. Liam’s hands were shaking as he started to get up, walking slowly into Rafe’s line of sight. “Rise and shine, motherfucker. It’s showtime.” @mcntoya